Weird Dream
Last night I had my first dream that included Henry, unless you count the one I had in 2003, before I went out to meet Deb, with all three kids-to-be in it.
Now that was a funny typo. I typed “ingluded” rather than “included.” I guess that would mean the same, but in a much stronger form. Heh.
Anyway, the part I remember was at what seemed like a party or gathering in a large, open, roughly L-shaped room in a mansion-like building. Various of my family were there, including specifically my brother-in-law, Jimmy, and my uncle, Roger. The place had a high ceiling, and around the edges of the room a balcony overlooked it from the second level. There were many people mingling on the balcony and watching the goings on on the ground floor. Among those were my uncle.
I had the baby with me. For some reason I wanted to take him up to the balcony, and there was some degree of urgency involved. There was no way up to it. Jimmy had me try a ladder.
So there I am, going up a stepladder, balancing Henry, and I find I am already standing on the top of the ladder, able to proceed no higher. Jimmy urges me to use a lip that protrudes along the wall, looking like a 6x6” beam stuck there and sheetrocked over. If you stood on that, you could just reach over the rail along the balcony. Standing atop the ladder, I was perhaps shoulders even with the top of that six inch or so wide ledge, able to see how much dirt it had collected.
I was trying to figure out how I could hold the baby and pull myself onto that at the same time, feeling wobbly with the entire ladder and nothing else under my feet. People above and below were urging me on, but there was just no way. I was about to fall, drop the baby, or both.
As I gave up and was going to get down, with all the onlookers intensely disappointed, I wondered why on earth I was trying to go that way, and wasn’t there a staircase somewhere in the building. That’s when I woke up.
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