Dream Journal
I stood at my parent’s living room window with my mother looking out at my father’s shop. I could see that there was a large square pit dug underneath the shop, a pit so deep that I could not see the bottom of it. The pit was surrounded with lush green grass that had browned near one corner. The shop was resting on top of a very large round pole, the bottom of which I also could not see.
I asked my mom what had happened to the shop. She told me that she had asked my uncle to dig up all the browned grass surrounding the shop and replace it with fresh grass seed. Apparently he dug and dug until the hole became a giant pit. “And he still didn’t get all the brown grass,” my mother said.