08-29-2012, 04:56 AM

20120829-9:30 AM EST/8:30 AM Daylight Savings Time
The New Scrap Shoppe-Everyone Wants Boats
I dreamed that I was in the future again, on a city street of old three-story brownstone buildings that I have visited before in dreams. It is a time of hope, optimism and rebuilding.
Someone has opened up a "New Scrap Shoppe," and I am applying for a job there. The building has been abandoned and grimy for a long time, but the young entrepreneurs have scrubbed it out. Already there are piles of sorted scraps-- Large squares of carpeting, variously worn, torn up from somewhere. Lots of flattened cardboard scraps, flat glass in irregular shapes, old lumber and used nails.
"Can you draw boats?" asks a young woman/shopkeeper. "Everyone wants boats. They'll make them themselves. We just need someone who can draw the plans."
"You can draw boats?" a woman shopper asked me. "I need a set of boat drawings; Don't forget to draw in how I can put my stuff inside it."
With the shopkeeper and customer looking on, I drew a series of plans for a small boat, like two rowboats back to back, or a viking ship with a more rounded bow and stern, and drew in what she wanted. Somehow, I was able to do a full set of architect-quality drawings on unlined paper in about 15 minutes.
The customer was delighted, paid for her drawing and also a load of scraps. While I drew, a line had formed at the counter. It looked like everyone really did want to make themselves a boat.
"You're hired!" said the shopkeeper, "Get busy."
--
Scraps of the previous brownstone dream.
I vaguely remember a dream of moving into a brownstone building on the corner of the same street. I have somehow found keys that fit the lock, and plan to move into an apartment on the second floor, looking out the front onto the street. It is abandoned like everything else, grimy, but the structure is in surprisingly good shape. The rooms are tiny, but there is more than one of them. I am happy because I have a safe place to stay for the first time in a long while. It is the best building of several on that street. The smell is old and stale, with a hint of mildew, but I am confident that I can fix it.
20120829-9:30 AM EST/8:30 AM Daylight Savings Time
The New Scrap Shoppe-Everyone Wants Boats
I dreamed that I was in the future again, on a city street of old three-story brownstone buildings that I have visited before in dreams. It is a time of hope, optimism and rebuilding.
Someone has opened up a "New Scrap Shoppe," and I am applying for a job there. The building has been abandoned and grimy for a long time, but the young entrepreneurs have scrubbed it out. Already there are piles of sorted scraps-- Large squares of carpeting, variously worn, torn up from somewhere. Lots of flattened cardboard scraps, flat glass in irregular shapes, old lumber and used nails.
"Can you draw boats?" asks a young woman/shopkeeper. "Everyone wants boats. They'll make them themselves. We just need someone who can draw the plans."
"You can draw boats?" a woman shopper asked me. "I need a set of boat drawings; Don't forget to draw in how I can put my stuff inside it."
With the shopkeeper and customer looking on, I drew a series of plans for a small boat, like two rowboats back to back, or a viking ship with a more rounded bow and stern, and drew in what she wanted. Somehow, I was able to do a full set of architect-quality drawings on unlined paper in about 15 minutes.
The customer was delighted, paid for her drawing and also a load of scraps. While I drew, a line had formed at the counter. It looked like everyone really did want to make themselves a boat.
"You're hired!" said the shopkeeper, "Get busy."
--
Scraps of the previous brownstone dream.
I vaguely remember a dream of moving into a brownstone building on the corner of the same street. I have somehow found keys that fit the lock, and plan to move into an apartment on the second floor, looking out the front onto the street. It is abandoned like everything else, grimy, but the structure is in surprisingly good shape. The rooms are tiny, but there is more than one of them. I am happy because I have a safe place to stay for the first time in a long while. It is the best building of several on that street. The smell is old and stale, with a hint of mildew, but I am confident that I can fix it.