hic vigilans somniat
I head upstairs, frustrated, calling for my son. I find him playing with some older boys in one of the upper floors of the house. “It’s getting late,” I tell him, annoyed. “It’s almost 7:30.” He is very little and just wants to keep playing for a while longer. I tell him no. “I have things I need to do.” One of… Continue reading a good dad
In the empty basement of the house, you have to switch off the lights in the correct order on the way out, otherwise very troubling ghosts with come out in the darkness before you can reach the stairs.
(This dream was predicated by the delivery of some cardboard boxes from U‑Haul. I had some old items in the basement that needed to be packed up and so when the boxes arrived I placed them in the back hallway. Later that evening, this is what I dreamed...) ...from one side a spirit approaches me, draped in ivory cloth and… Continue reading the last house
Early summer afternoon. Overcast skies. Waiting for storms. The house is gray. Quiet. Pale light from outside, dim within. The air still, dead. Every room feels empty and full at the same time. An unseen crowd gathers. Something around every corner. Watchful. Waiting. Patient.
For some reason, I am holding a bottle of olive oil in my hand while my daughter and I take a walk around the block. (We are not at home, this is not the neighborhood where we live in the waking world. This is someplace else. I do not recognize it from either my dreams or the waking world.) Midway through… Continue reading kitchen door
