A Late Night Dream in Early Morning

A Late Night Dream in an Early Morning[1]

Strange dreams; I generally love them.  I think I may me morphing into someone else though.  I hope it’s a happy, secure person.

In my dream I was living with someone but when I woke I couldn’t figure out exactly who she’d been, perhaps she’d changed during the dream; she was definitely someone with whom I’ve had a relationship.  I recall a secret room in the Ocala house (well, there really is one but this one was different, lighter, larger, more secret), and it had a lot of rare books in large book shelves, a number of them having to do with art, and I looked for Julia to show her (she was in the dream, at least briefly).  Then the aliens came, they may have been robots, one was a kind of subservient leader, and he started to show me how to change reality, and I did, but I kept fiddling with it, afraid of unintended consequences; I wanted to make sure my sons remained who they’d been born.  I messed with a lot of things having to do with my financial condition (what a surprise) and my past, but then changed them back.

Wonder what it means, if it means anything at all.

[1] © Guillermo Calvo Mahé; Manizales, 2011; all rights reserved