Pavarotti And Building Inspectors

I had another Pavarotti dream, my third this year. If they continue perhaps I should start a book called my adventures with Pavarotti After He Died. You may, or may not, remember that I dreamed he came to stay with me and watch Women’s World Cup Soccer. Then I dreamed he came to judge an art show, but I ran into him in the hall. He put his arm around me and walked me in. In his hands were a plate of white chocolate covered strawberries and a plate of jelly doughnuts! Tucked up under his other arm were a collection of my framed paintings! He had already decided I’d won!

Today I dreamed I had to rush home because the building inspectors were coming. It was nearly dark when I arrived to find televisions and radios blaring throughout the house. I could not seem to make the remote controls work to turn them off, so I nearly missed hearing the Park Ranger knocking on my door. In fact I did miss him at the front door, so I rushed around to the side one and caught him there just before he left the porch. I told him to make himself at home while I turned off the TVs. I finally just turned the one in the front room way down, but I couldn’t even seem to do that with the radio under the kitchen cabinet.

I heard the door again and this time it was the committee for building inspections, a woman and two men dressed like Dick Tracy. And, Pavarotti! I ushered them all into the family room, seating the first three in over stuffed chairs along one wall and Pavarotti in a kitchen chair beside me, facing them. Then I realized I’d left them in the dark, so I reached over one of the men and turned on a lamp that was too bright,. I had to reach over him again and turn it down a bit.

In the meantime the kitchen radio is blasting away and I excuse myself one more time, thinking maybe I will just rip the thing off the wall and chuck it into the trash, but I don't. Returning to the family room I sit down. Pavarotti turns to me and asks my opinion on something and I am in awe! I see the Park Ranger lurking in the pine trees outside the French doors and hope he has the good sense to go away! Surely he will see that I am talking to Pavarotti!

Pavarotti says he is thinking that it took place around the late 1700’s then he asks me when the Treaty of Menominee was and I tell him I think that was later, more like mid 1800’s. We continue on as the building inspectors talk among themselves. I am constantly aware of who I am talking to and in absolute awe. The woman inspector takes some scraps of paper and scribbles down three questions, then hands them and a pencil to the man on her left saying we need to just vote. I can see some of the words and wonder if I know anything about what we are voting for? Finally thinking, oh well, how hard can it be, I am having a deep and personal discussion with Pavarotti! I woke up right then and thought, oh, I need to hurry. Pavarotti is in the kitchen!

What does this all mean? What does it have to do with my thots? Well, I’m still in awe that I spent the evening with Pavarotti. This is my world!