Woke up at 1:30, having had a very odd dream...Notes largely illegible, but I remember it well enough.
That somehow, now, I had traveled back in time to help a University Friend, Stephen-not-Stephen, with some politics. There's a rally or something. We go to the University/Banker's Hall (Calgary) - not either of them, someplace else, a dream-hybrid of places, elevators up, rally. Lots of the same looking uniform business-people types in suits. The light is dark, formal, the light holds the same the entire dream. I meet someone - Lucy Lu (??) - I don't remember her from University, but she must of been there, she was, is, the picture of desire. Tall, lithe, elegant, charming. And so we leave the rally, the concierge is telling me how young I look, and I'm playing the game of guess, and throwing out there numbers, 55? 50? 45? No, no, younger, younger....
...and it comes to me that not only have I gone back in time to help Stephen I'm now younger myself, we grab a couple of chicken sandwiches from the tray and someone tries to get us to identify ourselves and we just leave...
This second chance, me and Lucy Lu are hitting it off fine and going forward in life...
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cue forward, we're well dressed, her and I, older now, and we're in some sort of high rise apartment, dark, nighttime, the same lighting as the beginning, only there's an older man, 50's, 60's writing at a desk, he's in black and white formal attire, he's a fine Rolex on his wrist I notice. His face, way too large, a big chin that connects almost directly to his chest, he gets up when he sees us. Just out of his office, a desk lamp, in the room adjacent there are some people dressed in red, yellow, green lycra suits, cleaning up the bed, and the man gets up from the desk, he can see us, and explains...
That we'd been dead for a while, we'd died in our bed, he's our son, we'd had a couple of daughters only they didn't make it, fighting in the family, and now, yes, the clean up crew, they've taken our bodies, and now it's time for us to be moving on....looking at Lucy Lu and I'm so glad to have met her, second chances, she was the one, and will we meet again? Or are we going together...?
This dream, WTF, the same colors - vivid pointy lights, warm lights from the desk lamps, sheltered, dark outside, going back in time to meet someone I never met, to meet her once again and start it all over, strangely poignant, heart wrenching imagery - vivid to life in another world, the whole leaving me a little out of sorts when I woke and with a whole shit-ton of questions...like why "Lucy Lu"? anyways...