Post by Wayne Hall on Oct 14, 2022 23:41:43 GMT -5
Last night I had a dream. I was in a house. A modern house, a young person's house. And I had with me a bicycle. There didn't seem to be anybody around, so I started exploring the house, which was a labyrinth, with living quarters, little courtyards, each leading off to somewhere new, all very attractive. But as I explored there came a point where I realized that I didn't know the way out. This made me uneasy and I tried to find the exit, but couldn't. Fortunately after some time a young girl appeared and she showed me how to find the exit. I thanked her and went out into the street. In the street I realized that I had left my bicycle inside and I had decided that I had better go back, knock on the door, find the young girl and tell her I had forgotten my bicycle. But then I realized that there was no need for me to do that, because the bicycle, like the girl and the house, did not exist. All that existed was me.