Last night I had a dream of a place in Iowa where people abandon furniture on the side of a road. I was doing a cross country  road trip with my partner and spotted  dozens of brass beds, dressers and such just laying beside the road. I begged him to stop and I got out of the car to poke around. There was a man sleeping amongst the rubbish and he kept yelling at me to ‘go home’ there was also another man, who happened to be walking by and he said, ‘dont listen to him’ and since this man was in a police uniform I decided to continue to look around. I spotted a house just behind the mounds of furniture, it was an old victorian looking home, very run down. I noticed a woman get out of her car and walk over to the pile, she too expressed intrigue and amazement. I kept thinking to myself how can I get this stuff out of here – we dont have enough room in our car. I could overhear this woman saying the things which I was thinking, all surrounding coveting this new found treasure. I eventually morphed into this woman, yet still apart from her I followed her. She bought the house, basically sunk every last penny that she owned into it and moved in. She used the furniture that was scattered about to furnish her house. In fact people continued to leave  furniture roadside, almost daily, which were actually really charming pieces – not at all dilapidated.

In this small town there were politics behind the furniture, regarding who could have it and what was done with it. Although this was never outright discussed it was inferred energetically. Since she was an outsider she didnt do much with the furniture as it collected, she just managed to move it from the road and store it somewhere on the property which seemed to be accepted by the locals. She made friends with many other women in the town who would come over and tell her their stories. They always had a constant theme, which was how they had each been decieved by a man or cheated out of money, there were specific amounts, one that stands out was $17,000. During one of these visits the woman heard an old song playing in the distance, outside. She was listening to a womans’ story but the song got louder, it was something from the 1940’s. She went to the front door, opened it and there was an old radio on the porch playing the music, as she walked onto the porch she saw dozens of old radios abandoned, they were the size of a juke box but in varrying species of wood and in really great condition. It was a magical moment, becuase not only was it a rare and beautiful site it was also symbolllic that the town had accepted her into their hearts. As she walked outside through the radios she saw the homeless man sitting in a car with the door ajar, he was cleaned up, shaven and yelling something to her about the radios, I dont remember what this was. Someone else butted in and told him to stop yelling, that he was drunk. The last scene before I awoke, was looking from the street side up toward the house at all of the radios and thinking, finally I have arrived, no more money worries, no more politics, I am accepted.

The symbollism in this dream is pretty profound, in many ways it represents self acceptance and finally allowing success to unfold.  I have arrived, its time to dance to the beautiful music of life.

Frank