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12:20:2003 Entry: "Ann : DREAM - Peterson Street and Reocurrence"
DREAM - Peterson Street and Reocurrence
For some reason, Stan and I had to find a new place to live, and oddly enough, we had like a social worker working for us to locate us a place, and she re-located us back to 1106 Peterson Street in Fort Collins. I was rather happy, because that meant I would regain my plant room! The specifics, however, didn't mention whether we'd get the whole house including the basement or just the upstairs (first floor) flat like we had when we lived there some 17 years ago. In the dream it didn't matter, I was just happy to be there. It was a summery day, and Stan decided to walk by Peterson Street to take a look at it before we moved in. We were walking around that Edwards school/creepy gas station area. The sidewalks turned strange, like underpasses where the lawn sloped, and Stan said we'd never find the house, but I insisted and kept walking. Finally we got to the house and went inside. No one was living there and it was empty. I kept looking at the plant room and feeling so happy that I'd get it back. It (the room) seemed different though, more institutional or industrial and not as 'homey'. I walked into it and saw actual plants there, like it was a commercial greenhouse. There were some strange leaves like prayer plant/calla lily hybrids (weird). Then it was like I was in a college classroom or some other place entirely; it mutated. I was standing and talking to someone I used to work with at Depressions. Then we walked out the room and up some stairs.
I think later in the dream we were driving around the northwestern part of Fort Collins. In this reocurring dream, we get to this area around where Lyons Park is, except there's no parking, there's a creek that flows under the road and we park our cars, get out and walk down to the creek. I dream this a lot. Sometimes I'm there on a bike instead of in a car and I am talking to someone else who's stopped at the very same spot on a bike. Sometimes there's creepy houses around. Sometimes it's snowing. I have had this reoccur so much lately that it becomes background wallpaper to the point that I don't even remember it as having dreamt it, it's more like a sensation or feeling.
I really miss the plant room too. I also have a deep haunting sense of sorrow for Peterson, both in terms of the house itself and that time of our lives (when we lived there).
Posted by Stan @ 01:05:2003:09:15 AM CST