I was traveling. I was not in my home state, but I was scheduled to leave on a flight very soon. My bags were packed and now all there was to do was wait until it was time to leave for the airport.
I was in a house that I had never been in. I had been to this family’s house before…and this was NOT the same house…but there was no doubt that this husband and wife and their children were permanent residents. The children’s toys and books and sports equipment and games and school papers and glasses and plates and wrappers and napkins were lying around. And the parent’s items were equally apparent…shoes, mail, a novel….actually shelves and shelves of books and novels and pictures.
The front door entered into a wide open family room. This was where I had just come through…and where I would also exit after I spent a few minutes catching up…I had a few minutes after all…so it made sense to stop by and see people who I knew.
There was a really tall ceiling. The house seemed to be an “A-frame” with a cabin feel. A big stair case immediately to the right, led up to a look-over loft. Doors shut out the view of whatever living was done there. On either side of the front door were bookshelves that were 8 feet tall, but did not reach up to the ceiling.
Directly across from the front door was the kitchen. A tall island counter served to divide the rooms. The room was spacious and open, but it was not lavish. These are not pretentious people. They do the best they can with what they have.
I had caught my friends at a time when they were rushed. My girlfriend was distracted. I had come unannounced and she obviously had someplace that she needed to be. She told me to make myself comfortable there until I needed to leave for my trip…but she was sorry…she really had to go. She bustled about for a minute…told her husband to come on…and left.
I noticed when she opened the door that there was something strange in the air. It was not like dust when sun rays shine into a window at just the right angle. This strange something hanging and swaying in the air around me, were heavy-looking strands…but they were not like a spider web because they were long and thick…and because a person could not feel them if they were not noticed. The strands were like energy. A person could walk right through them, be covered up with them and never even know it. I decided that they must be invisible except in the perfect light.
The husband saw that I had seen the strands too. He paused in the door way and looked into my eyes and said, “She doesn’t see them. I have told her what I see but she doesn’t know what I am talking about. There is no way that she can clean them up… She doesn’t even try. How could she. And I don’t clean them up either. I don’t know why, except that I did not think that anyone else would see them too. Sorry. He gave me a lop-sided grin that I couldn’t quite place …sadness… embarrassment. He lifted one shoulder slightly and gave me a friendly smile and a nod and he shut the door.
I could still see the strands. It didn’t have to be a certain, special light after all.
I began to do the only thing that I could do…what I was compelled to do. I took off my coat and rolled up my sleeves and started to work.
First I grabbed onto the strands that I could reach. I found that I could gather a hand-full at one time. Since it was my intention for them to come down, they did. If I spun around and let them wrap around me, but did not want them to fall away from their invisible mount, then the only way that I could remove myself was to unwind. I wondered…if a person could not see that they were entangled, how would they ever know to unwind?
The strands were rooted firmly into something unseen. They were not going to release their hold from their attachment or, I imagined, to any unwitting victim. They were there…but I wanted them gone. And therefore, they were no match for my intent… to remove them all. I had a single-minded purpose. And they easily submitted. I collected them in my hand and rolled them tightly together in a sticky ball.
I tugged them from the ceiling and then I climbed up on a chair and pulled them off of the walls and from the top of the bookshelves. And when I saw that all of the strands were gone, I began to tidy up. I picked up clothes and put shoes neatly along the wall by the door. I wiped off counter tops and tables and swept crumbs and dirt off of the floor. I straightened piles of paper work and put toys in bins in the closet. I knew I was going to miss my flight and I didn’t care because I was doing something that I knew needed doing. Why I had ended up at that place was not random. I felt so much love and joy and sense of purpose while I was working. It was a labor of love.
My dream ended with me still in the house. My friends had not returned. Their house was straight.
What if they were angry at me? What if they didn’t want for me to clean? Was I wrong to go into someone else’s home and do that? When I woke up I didn’t think any of those things…those only came later today when I thought of how intrusive this dream might be perceived by some. How dare I? How could I without permission?
When I woke up I was happy. Because I knew that I was not doing this work for anybody to give me thanks or appreciation. They may not even notice! That would be AWESOME! when I woke up it was very clear that praise to me was not the point. I kept working because it was something that needed doing whether anyone else realized it or not. I missed my flight because the job that I had begun was not complete and it seemed too important not to see it through.
This dream is open for interpretation. It was a good dream. I just wanted to share it. Peace.