Was driving Jeanie from Georgetown to Mt Orab, and my vision kept blurring, like when the floaters are bad. Usually this happens in bright sunny days, but in the dream it was a gray and rainy day. I finally pulled over and got out of the car to clear my vision. Tammy was in passenger front seat, Jeanie in back.
We were all yakking away.
We began driving past the little roads that lead into New Hope, and I said something to Jeanie about really wishing we could just walk around and explore what's left of the town. It's where Mamma was borned and raised, after all. Mamma and her million and a half brothers. And her dad and stepmother. They all lived there somewhere. I've driven through a couple of times, and there's a vibe to the town. Archaic; old; mystic; intriguing and a little scary/intimidating. There's a church or two (maybe a once-a-church and a current one.)
It's a tiny little town sitting up on a hill above White Oak Creek and/or Sterling Run. It looks self contained, which adds to its mystique.
Jean agreed, without a great deal of enthusiasm, that it would be a good place to explore.
Someday.
As we came around the bend, it suddenly poured down the rain so hard I couldn't see, and had to stop.
But even after the rain eased off, I still couldn't see. My vision was somehow waterlogged. I had to get out of the car again and after a bit my vision cleared, so I got back in the car and started driving again.
But as soon as I started driving again, my vision went. Sort of like the horizon sinking beneath my field of vision.
This happened a couple of times, until I finally pulled off into the main road from 68 into New Hope. I just stopped the car, put it in park, and said something about being here now.
limited vision, new hope, being forced to stop driving. all somewhat obvious as metaphors perhaps. Just to note, I did drive through that area -- veeeerrrrrry slowly and carefully -- due to heavy rain, not many days before the dream. There was a Jeanie/genealogy experience shortly before that.
Since this dream, my car is acting up big time and having transmission problems. (Also an obvious metaphor, if I had known it was coming to that)
Was I dreaming of a return to the bucolic past?
Am I advising myself to give up control? To let someone else do the driving? (Who?)
Am I looking forward with limited and fuzzy vision?
Am I looking clear-eyed at the legendary past?
Do I just want my Mamma?
We were all yakking away.
We began driving past the little roads that lead into New Hope, and I said something to Jeanie about really wishing we could just walk around and explore what's left of the town. It's where Mamma was borned and raised, after all. Mamma and her million and a half brothers. And her dad and stepmother. They all lived there somewhere. I've driven through a couple of times, and there's a vibe to the town. Archaic; old; mystic; intriguing and a little scary/intimidating. There's a church or two (maybe a once-a-church and a current one.)
It's a tiny little town sitting up on a hill above White Oak Creek and/or Sterling Run. It looks self contained, which adds to its mystique.
Jean agreed, without a great deal of enthusiasm, that it would be a good place to explore.
Someday.
As we came around the bend, it suddenly poured down the rain so hard I couldn't see, and had to stop.
But even after the rain eased off, I still couldn't see. My vision was somehow waterlogged. I had to get out of the car again and after a bit my vision cleared, so I got back in the car and started driving again.
But as soon as I started driving again, my vision went. Sort of like the horizon sinking beneath my field of vision.
This happened a couple of times, until I finally pulled off into the main road from 68 into New Hope. I just stopped the car, put it in park, and said something about being here now.
limited vision, new hope, being forced to stop driving. all somewhat obvious as metaphors perhaps. Just to note, I did drive through that area -- veeeerrrrrry slowly and carefully -- due to heavy rain, not many days before the dream. There was a Jeanie/genealogy experience shortly before that.
Since this dream, my car is acting up big time and having transmission problems. (Also an obvious metaphor, if I had known it was coming to that)
Was I dreaming of a return to the bucolic past?
Am I advising myself to give up control? To let someone else do the driving? (Who?)
Am I looking forward with limited and fuzzy vision?
Am I looking clear-eyed at the legendary past?
Do I just want my Mamma?
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