1000 Words, Take Two

1000 Words Take Two

A picture is worth a thousand words.

I have never been to the place where this picture was taken. More than anything this picture reminds me of a snapshot from a dream.

The cable car is ascending, so perhaps the passengers are making their way to their destination. The past looks deserted. The present is filled with motion, and the future is yet to come. How do I know? More steps. More climbing. More ascending. Upward. Onward.

Not there yet.

Dreams mean something to me. Sometimes I think my subconscious is talking to me. Sometimes I know God is speaking to me. The colors of my dreams offer clues to interpretation.

This photo is much like the mysterious dreams I’ve had. There isn’t much color, so I can’t decipher the good from the bad. When I dream in vivid color, I am at the peak of my creativity. When I dream in black and white, I feel as though an omen has lit upon me.

I’ve had three types of recurring dreams: my Idaho Customs House dreams, the bathroom dreams, and the cityscape dreams.

For a year or more, I used to dream of a Customs House in Idaho. Week after week. Day after day. And then the dreams stopped. To this day, I have no idea why I dreamed about this place. As far as I know, it does not exist. Why Idaho? Why a Customs House?

I’ve never been to Idaho. But the video that played in my mind was accurate. Beautiful. Well, as much of the Idaho scenery as I could see. In my dreams I was always on the inside looking outward—somewhat of a twist on the outside looking in scenario that might color most people’s dreams.

The Customs House itself was a busy place, lots of hustle bustle. It was old and wooden. I remember everything being brown, but it was a comforting shade of brown, warm, inviting. I always felt as though I had stepped back in time when I entered the Customs House. Truth be told, prior to having this dream, I really didn’t know what a Customs House was. I had to look it up.

A customs house, or custom house, is a building that houses the offices of government officials who process the paperwork for goods going in or out of a country.

I don’t think I’ve ever been to a customs house. I passed by The Custom House in Salem, Massachusetts, and without knowing it, I have driven by the one on Broadway in Nashville at least a zillion times.

But the Customs House in my dreams looks nothing like what I’ve seen in pictures. And to this day I don’t know why I spent so many nights thinking about it.

As for the bathroom dreams, I’m embarrassed to say I still have them. But who wants to talk about bathroom dreams? Who wants to have bathroom dreams?

My bathroom dreams are always dark, as if I have walked into a partially lit room. But over and over—it’s never the SAME bathroom—I dream that I am in a bathroom in an abandoned building. It’s eerie. Nothing bad ever happens. I just find myself wandering in a cold place, looking for something. I never know what it is.

Psychologists would tell me that I am suppressing emotions that I need to release. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Not something I prefer to dwell on. Ewwww.

And then there is the cityscape dreams. These dreams are a combination of the Customs House and the bathroom dreams. I have traveled through New York City a couple of times at night. I remember riding on a multi-level bridge. I couldn’t see much around me as it was dark. I do remember seeing the water and the apartment buildings, side by side, one after another. I felt small in such a big space, scared, alone, as if danger I could not see was close by my side.

My cityscape dreams are similar to my New York City trips—dark, foreboding, mysterious. In these dreams I’m lost and looking for my way out. Sometimes I’m being chased.

When I look at the picture above, I feel as though I have stepped into a dream. I don’t know where I am. I don’t know the people. I can’t understand their emotions. As I look closely at the photo, I admire the mystique of the mosaic steps, but I can’t help but notice that the patterns of the rock resemble the scales of a snake.

The climb is so steep. How easy would it be to fall backwards and keep going?

Why is the cable car so narrow? Why are there only a few people outside it? Are they waiting to board? Could the cable car represent the passage from this life to the next? Could the people who are embracing be saying their final goodbyes?

A picture is truly worth a thousand words, but in this case it has inspired 834.

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My Doompocalypse Revue

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What better way to start 2013 than by writing!

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Today’s challenge?

What if a ginormous meteor were expected to hit the earth within three months?

What would you do NOW? For real? Like, for real, it really matters? Like forget about the resolutions that you make every new year but usually forget by the end of the first week in January. What would you do, REALLY DO, differently before the world stopped spinning?

Me?

My for-real resolution is to do what is right and to stay honest.

What does this mean?

Well, I don’t follow astrology, but I can’t deny that whoever made up the traits that go along with my Sagittarian sign has me pegged.

Sagittarians hate hypocrisy, live for adventure and serendipity, and have absolutely no tact. Yep. That’s me. (And yes, the website I consulted to check my facts actually used the word serendipity—well, serendipitous:  “Sagittarians have a serendipitous spirit.”)

So, being one who hates hypocrisy, I cannot have peace if I live a lie. I must live the truth.

But I don’t have to say everything that comes to mind, just what’s really, truly important. But even if it’s the truth, I don’t have to speak it, especially if my words have the potential to do harm.

That’s the journalist’s creed, you know—”print [speak] the truth but do no harm.”

Again, what does this mean?

Let me make an analogy.

We all have to do things we don’t want to do—at least until the time is right to stop doing them.

I am a teacher. I love my kids. I don’t love aspects of my job, but that doesn’t mean I have to stop loving my kids. That will never, ever change. No matter where I am, no matter what I do.

But just because I don’t gee and haw with the requirements of my job doesn’t mean I have to open my mouth and badmouth it. I will do what I have to do until I can stop. But never ever will I deny what I know in my heart is true.

So what will I do before said meteor hits?

I will say what I mean, mean what I say. Tell the truth. Do no harm.

I won’t care what other people think about me because what they think won’t change who I am or how I feel.

I will be transparent. I won’t hide the truth, but I will play nicely.

I will do what’s right. I will love. I will do my best, as imperfect as I am, to follow the example of Jesus.

And I will hope, when the meteor hits, that it will bring a nice surprise. I am, after all, Sagittarius, so they say.