It’s one of those dreams that you know is a dream
Even as you sleepwalk your way through it
There’s a park
Manicured lawns and cultured trees strategically placed
To offer dappled shade without being oppressive
I walk to the house that isn’t
At the edge, where you can see across the water to the mountains
Mountains that backdropped my childhood hundreds of miles away
A real estate sign has appeared
For Sale
It proclaims
Even though the house looks occupied
It isn’t
I’m with somebody
Or maybe I’m following someone or two in a disembodied state
It’s a dream so I’m not particular
Each detail is exquisite and unique
The house is grand but not oppressive
It has flowing lines
High ceilings
Each feature is unique
There is a massive fireplace that curves and curls
The mantle is a magnificent cedar slab that flows in genial lines
Words are carved into it that seem celestial
Yet are now as distant as any star
The luxury is impressive but not overwhelming
Whoever lived here left only moments ago
It looks lived in still
And perfectly vacant
We admire the features
Then take a catwalk
To the entranceway
Transformed, it has become a theatre
Seats arrayed in a semi-circle reminiscent of a Grecian amphitheatre
I realize that this is a public space
Separate from the rest of the house
But connected by the catwalk
I know it will be my house
I will stage dramas and performances
For the many
A select few will be invited to the inner sanctum
The sun is shining in my dream
On the marble walls of a Janus sanctuary
Reaching out of a retreat to embrace the masses
Perfectly alone in a crowd
It has become my home
I anticipate performances
Plan them
Imagine crowds coming and going
From this theatre at park’s edge
At dream’s edge
At an edge
Where anything might happen
David Trudel © 2013
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