falling
” Falling. The experience of falling in a dream suggests that you do not feel in control or that you need to extract yourself from some situation. Such dreams commonly occur commonly when you are unable to determine the cause of your uncertainty or are postponing choices or decisions.
They also might occur when you go to sleep but worry that youw on’t wake when you should or are anxious about being late.
It is common to dream of falling when you need to wake up and go to the bathroom”
~Dreams-Frank Garfield and Rhondda Stewart-Garfield
I’ve been falling, falling, falling for 24 years now. Nearly twenty five. Haven’t you been as well? I hate the questions. But I love the becoming of them.
I remember sitting in the library at 19 going through the books. Pictures of the way my town used to look in the early 1800’s. I would press my face to the glossy pages. It drew me in. So so so very much. I wanted to be a part of the pictures. The beauty.The simplicity. The hard ships.
The small town I grew up in, in Ny was known for 4 famous people. Mark Twain (or Samuel Clemens), Hal E. Roach (the creator of the Little Rascals), Eileen Collins ( first female for a number of space missions) and Tommy Hilfiger (popular clothing/apparal designer).
Anyway I remember my first real visit to The Historical Meuseum in my small home town. I remember after the 3 hour tour one of the guides asked if anyone wanted to go into the attic for a peak at the newer items that hadn’t been added yet. At twelve years old you can imagine how many of my classmates seemed interested. I jumped at the chance. Me and one girl and one other boy. The girl was later our senior year class Valedictorian,now she works for some web design corporation in Orlando Florida, and the boy was always in high honors,now is a model in New York City. I’m so random tonight but …I? ….simply couldn’t stop dreaming.
I remember going into the attic and the woman bringing out many large white boxes. She pulled out 2 full evening gowns and laid them out on tables. Valises, and chemises and small gloves. Hand mirrors edged in silver and tiny brush and comb sets. An old telephone. A phono-graph(sp?). I wanted to crawl into the items on the table. History just absolutely intrigues me!
The house my husband and I live in belonged to his fathers parents. The basement is full of black and white photos, a dress or two from the 40’s and 50’s, old scarves, bibles, dishes, maps and post cards. Every chance I can I go down and explore.
This is so strange. I started off talking about dreams. Which I suppose is relevent to all of this. In my dreams lately I am walking down a crowded street. It is most likely around the early 1800s’s. I’m wearing a long dress and there are horse drawn carriages pulling women and children and small families. In my dream I’m walking down the street with a 2008 mind frame, trying to blend, knowing I’ve gone back in time somewhow. I feel connected to this time and these people. I’m in love with it. I come to the street corner and wait for a carriage to pass, after they pass and I start walking again I start to stumble and fall into this black hole. At the very bottom I land hard on a concrete floor. When I stand up I’m dressed as modern day and I’m in a large white empty space. Completely empty. Void of any scenery, people or objects.
I dont know where I’m going with this. I’m full of poetry and no words to phrase any of it. Sweet dreams.
I am fascinated by what was, too. Not so much that I research or obsess about it, but enough that I will spend hours flipping through random books of historical photos, visit museums, and look up old photos of our town on the internet. I always thought I’d be best suited for frontier times, working my way west in a wagon with a train of other pioneers.
I, too, am fascinated with history and things that happened in the past. I love to read historical fiction and imagine what it must have been like to live then, although I’ve never dreamed it when I was asleep.