Jeff T
puzzling lifeform
Had a whole set of dreams a few years ago that was more memorable than most. It started as I entered a property I had bought unseen . It was in an edge-of-town rural area that was probably at its peak around 1940, apparently cut off by a freeway some ways off a few decades earlier.
Entering the property off a minor road, a gravel driveway went through a bend and a large old house came to view. It had been abandoned for about 40 years but not vandalized due to the fencing. Old dark wood construction about 100 years old, two-story with high-pitched roof. Inside, there were obvious roof leaks but very little dryrot. I peeked into the attic to find a chaotic jumble of 2x6s in no apparent pattern for the roof rafter support- a complete impassable jungle.
Outside, went down past the house on the gravel road which turned to dirt. After a 1000 feet the road took two sharp bends and came to a clearing. First building was a large old barn in fair nick. The next 'building' was something that may have been a huge 30' high heavy-beamed old wood spectator venue, maybe for indoor rodeos- but much of it was missing.
Past that, another sharp bend and a 1940s-appearing large business appeared. Something that originally was an old car dealership located on a weedy-sidewalked secondary paved road that was not used much (perhaps overshadowed by the freeway that replaced it). This building seemed to have an occasionally-used auto-body and paint business.
The dreams in later nights involved much more detail and stories about the place.
Kind of wondered what the significance of them were.
Was the chaotic attic a reference to my autistic old brain? Was the main theme of a place long past its prime refer to me, who is also long past his prime?
If you have insights or comments of this, I'm all ears!
Entering the property off a minor road, a gravel driveway went through a bend and a large old house came to view. It had been abandoned for about 40 years but not vandalized due to the fencing. Old dark wood construction about 100 years old, two-story with high-pitched roof. Inside, there were obvious roof leaks but very little dryrot. I peeked into the attic to find a chaotic jumble of 2x6s in no apparent pattern for the roof rafter support- a complete impassable jungle.
Outside, went down past the house on the gravel road which turned to dirt. After a 1000 feet the road took two sharp bends and came to a clearing. First building was a large old barn in fair nick. The next 'building' was something that may have been a huge 30' high heavy-beamed old wood spectator venue, maybe for indoor rodeos- but much of it was missing.
Past that, another sharp bend and a 1940s-appearing large business appeared. Something that originally was an old car dealership located on a weedy-sidewalked secondary paved road that was not used much (perhaps overshadowed by the freeway that replaced it). This building seemed to have an occasionally-used auto-body and paint business.
The dreams in later nights involved much more detail and stories about the place.
Kind of wondered what the significance of them were.
Was the chaotic attic a reference to my autistic old brain? Was the main theme of a place long past its prime refer to me, who is also long past his prime?
If you have insights or comments of this, I'm all ears!
