The Eclipse

So, you want to know why I spend my days analyzing any dream I remember?

Because I have to in order to see what is going on in the world.

This morning, an eclipse...a full-solar eclipse...with a Moon so close that the circumference of the ring was nearly dimmed completely...and the stars...so many stars. A full-solar eclipse in the middle of the night. No one will believe me. But, that is what I saw. Like the three nights prior to the resurrection...no sunlight for three days or nights...the quisling night of Maudy Thursday, the entirety of Good Friday, a dark and mysterious Holy Saturday leading to the bright-dawning of Easter Sunday.

I am in Holy Saturday now.

I have no idea how long this will take.

I've been stuck in Good Friday for years.

It's an allegory.

I was on the street, walking by my old house, seeing it occupied, and moving to the top of the hill I saw the eclipse.

There was a man there -- sitting in a lawn chair on the street and watching it too. Then I entered into a house my Grandfather built but I have never seen from inside.

There was a huge party. The owner of the house, a petite blond, spoke to me. She said, "how do I get these people out of my house."

She took her cellphone and called the cops. They took the information and she hung-up. "I don't think they are going to come," she said forlornly.

"Give me your phone," I said.

She handed it over.

I redialed the number and spoke to Officer Snoopy.

"They are on their way," I told her.

Everyone disappeared...including the owner...

I heard a cash register.

Then I heard the cash register again.

Analyzed it is pretty interesting -- but the archetypes are all wrong at dreammoods.com. At least they are wrong for my interpretation. I dream in allegory...fascinating.

~AC