June 24--In my recurring dream
Jun. 25th, 2016 10:38 pmIn my recurring dream,it is around 1957 or 1958. I'm not sure. Sometimes it is later--1960. I already told you about the car I drive. A mid-50's Bel-Air Wagon, which I bought used. I keep it parked behind a service station next to a creek. The service station is on Sir Francis Drake Blvd, which runs through Marin County and out to the coast.

There is a bridge over the creek. On the other side of the bridge are houses. In my dream, I rent the downstairs apartment in the third house up from the bridge. It is my grandfather's house, and I rent it from him. In the dream he is in his mid 50s, a little younger than I am now. It is only him in the dream--I never see my grandmother, although she is there somewhere. I never see the younger version of me either. I would be about one or two years old. In the dream I am aware that there is a baby me out there somewhere, and that baby me comes to visit sometimes. I'm usually somewhere else when that happens, I guess.
In my dream I am in my early 30s. I tell my grandfather I am a photographer on assignment from some magazine back east, taking pictures that will be for a story about Northern California. I have a couple of cameras and take pictures in the dream. Sometimes I try to figure out how to get the pictures back to 2016 where I am from. I haven't quite figured that out yet. Did I mention I am a time traveler in the dream?
I have a different name in the dream--Danny O'Connell. It is a mash-up of a couple of fake names I have used over the years for things like making restaurant reservations and things like that. Everyone has a couple fake names, right?
I have been having versions of this dream for years and years. Having the car is a fairly recent development. Now I can drive around in the dream. Mostly I drive to places I have been in real life, to see what they looked like in the 1950s. I drove across the country once. I have thought about flying to Europe to see the Beatles in some club before they become famous. I'll be sure to take pictures.

My grandparents' house. I know why it is in my recurring dream. When I was growing up, it was the place I felt most at home. I still have a key to the downstairs door (although I am sure the people who live there now have changed the locks). It still feels like the place I grew up.

There is a bridge over the creek. On the other side of the bridge are houses. In my dream, I rent the downstairs apartment in the third house up from the bridge. It is my grandfather's house, and I rent it from him. In the dream he is in his mid 50s, a little younger than I am now. It is only him in the dream--I never see my grandmother, although she is there somewhere. I never see the younger version of me either. I would be about one or two years old. In the dream I am aware that there is a baby me out there somewhere, and that baby me comes to visit sometimes. I'm usually somewhere else when that happens, I guess.
In my dream I am in my early 30s. I tell my grandfather I am a photographer on assignment from some magazine back east, taking pictures that will be for a story about Northern California. I have a couple of cameras and take pictures in the dream. Sometimes I try to figure out how to get the pictures back to 2016 where I am from. I haven't quite figured that out yet. Did I mention I am a time traveler in the dream?
I have a different name in the dream--Danny O'Connell. It is a mash-up of a couple of fake names I have used over the years for things like making restaurant reservations and things like that. Everyone has a couple fake names, right?
I have been having versions of this dream for years and years. Having the car is a fairly recent development. Now I can drive around in the dream. Mostly I drive to places I have been in real life, to see what they looked like in the 1950s. I drove across the country once. I have thought about flying to Europe to see the Beatles in some club before they become famous. I'll be sure to take pictures.

My grandparents' house. I know why it is in my recurring dream. When I was growing up, it was the place I felt most at home. I still have a key to the downstairs door (although I am sure the people who live there now have changed the locks). It still feels like the place I grew up.
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Date: 2016-06-26 06:03 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2016-06-26 08:33 am (UTC)P.S. I just saw Sacramento is having a great sounding concert featuring Dr. John and Eric Burdon ( of "The Animals" fame) next month. Here's a link to their show: http://www.ticketfly.com/purchase/event/1200337/tfly?utm_medium=api&utm_medium=459899
Not sure if you're into them, but what a show that would be. Please let me know if you go to it.
Thanks, Paul K.
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Date: 2016-06-29 04:57 am (UTC)I don't know that I ever see my own face in the dream, but I picture myself looking as I did in my 30s.
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Date: 2016-06-29 05:00 am (UTC)I have never really thought about what it all means, other than it is the one place in my life where I most felt at home.
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Date: 2016-06-27 07:21 am (UTC)Many interesting things. That note about portal keys is new to me. I always wondered what to do with mine. I have a couple dozen, I think. A mystery: Lately one of the two portals I can hack from my house shows up as a blank, with green lines streaming from it. There's no there there. It usually comes back to portalhood in a day or less.
Fake name? Not really. I have some nicknames, used to have a CB handle. I made up a name for my cat so she could have a Facebook account. In Thailand people called me "Hey You".
Does it affect you that a stranger lives in your grandparent's house? My parents sold two houses I'd grown up in. One on Long Island, we moved when I was 14, from time to time I check out that house on Google Maps streetview and am happy to see they have made improvements Dad should have made. And they still have the fruit trees out front. The one in Seattle which was home through high school and college and again when I was between jobs before I moved south was sold so they could afford to move to a senior apartment on Pill Hill. I was hoping the new owner would do the right thing and bulldoze it, and build something more livable, but he didn't. One of my sisters made a point of meeting him and asking what he planned to do with it. I'm not that brave.
Never had a recurring dream that detailed. I'm jealous. :-)
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Date: 2016-06-29 05:06 am (UTC)I'm not sure it affects me very much that they live there. I have met them a few times and they seemed like nice people. It's just the woman there now--her husband died last year. My sister, who is way bolder than I am, actually went to the door and asked if she could see inside. The woman let her in, and she took some pictures.
Interestingly, the house shows up in all sorts of my dreams--not just the time travel one. It is always populated by strangers, but I am always there too, so apparently I am part of that.
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Date: 2016-06-28 05:35 am (UTC)no subject
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