Melas oneiros

I dreamed I was running through a large floral warehouse last night and I dropped my cell phone.  Dropping it I accidentally kicked it and it flew down the corridor and was lost!  I hurriedly chased after it and finally found a phone lying off to the side, but it wasn’t mine.  I found several others, too, but never my own.

I thought it curious that others had evidently had the same experience, but that didn’t solve my problem.  Without my phone I had no way of calling anyone.  I didn’t know their phone numbers and in some cases I didn’t even know their whole names!  So I went to the office trying to get help.

The office staff was very busy and not inclined to stop and help anyone, but I finally forced the attention of one of the women and told her what had happened.  She was totally unsympathetic, but finally agreed to call my mother.  When I couldn’t give her the phone number she acted like I was trying to pull one over on her and almost refused to help me.

I eventually convinced her to call State Farm’s directory assistance to get my mother’s phone number.  Then she wanted her name and I discovered I couldn’t remember it! That made me look even more suspicious, but I finally gave her my mother’s name, including her maiden name and the woman made the call.

Mom was even less sympathetic, but she tried to tell me where to go and wait for her to come pick me up.  I got lost trying to leave the building, which was massive and took up blocks and blocks of city space.  I finally exited onto a dilapidated street in a bad part of town, lost and afraid.  Starting out to walk around the building and see if I could find where my mother said she’d pick me up I encountered a big barking dog and hastily retreated back inside the building.

I went back to the office and asked the same woman to call my mother again and she refused telling me if I couldn’t find her I could just walk home.  I tried to explain that it was miles and miles across town and totally undoable.  The picture of the 18 city blocks I had to walk home in seventh grade flashed through my head and I was desolate.  All of this because I lost my phone!

When I finally woke up the leftover feelings from the dream hung over me like some kind of dirty smog.  I tried desperately to figure out what had sparked them.  Being lost in a city is a reoccurring nightmare of mine, one I’ve had since I was very young.  My dependence on my tiny little black cell phone is truly scary since it is such a vulnerable connection to the rest of my world.  I spent several hours last night downloading things off of it so they would not be lost and storing them on my computer and a small flash drive.  Maybe that is what sparked it.

Whatever it was I am just now recovering from that dark place and getting ready to go on my morning walk.  After my dream “The Iliad” will be a welcome relief.