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A dream...
Dec. 25th, 2004 01:20 amI had a dream last night that I was going to catch an international flight, and there were lockers in the terminal. I dreamt that a few years ago, when last I had flown to London (my last real international flight), I had put some letters and stuff aside in a locker, but then had forgotten the combination.
The lockers looked a lot like the employee lockers at the Fruit Stand.
The lockers were similar to safety deposit boxes - you told an employee the combination and they went and opened the locker with you. I told the woman what I thought the combination was (3-30-36), and it opened! I told her that it had been at least two years since I had last opened it, and she said something about there being some policy regarding throwing the stuff out after a certain point. In the locker was a bunch of stuff belonging to two other people, and my stuff was gone
I was disappointed, and felt like I was missing some part of my life that I would never get back again. What had been in there? What important documents had I put away in a locker? What records of my life would I never gain see?
Instead the woman and I went through the locker and she talked about how I could take the contents - I knew the combination, which was enough, and do with them as I pleased. I decided to try to find a journal or something of one of the people so I could get a glimpse into their life. I had lost a part of my life, but was able to glimpse a part of someone else's.
And then my alarm went off.
The lockers looked a lot like the employee lockers at the Fruit Stand.
The lockers were similar to safety deposit boxes - you told an employee the combination and they went and opened the locker with you. I told the woman what I thought the combination was (3-30-36), and it opened! I told her that it had been at least two years since I had last opened it, and she said something about there being some policy regarding throwing the stuff out after a certain point. In the locker was a bunch of stuff belonging to two other people, and my stuff was gone
I was disappointed, and felt like I was missing some part of my life that I would never get back again. What had been in there? What important documents had I put away in a locker? What records of my life would I never gain see?
Instead the woman and I went through the locker and she talked about how I could take the contents - I knew the combination, which was enough, and do with them as I pleased. I decided to try to find a journal or something of one of the people so I could get a glimpse into their life. I had lost a part of my life, but was able to glimpse a part of someone else's.
And then my alarm went off.
