I had an odd dream that woke me up with a start. It started off with me walking by row houses here in Savannah, you know the kind, almost like condominiums, but not.. almost like brownstones, but not. Just a row of connected homes, each with their own steps to the front door. This one particular place, it was small, connected to a long row of houses, but nobody seemed to pay it much mind. I knew when I walked by it that it had been empty for a long time. It was painted blue, but the paint was faded and starting to peel just a bit. Nobody was there.
The next thing in the dream was a girl walking with me to that house. The girl wasn’t beautiful, just average looking. She had long brown hair pulled back into a tight ponytail, and a white, short sleeved shirt on with thin blue horizontal stripes. We never spoke, just walked purposely to that house. I knew that was where she was supposed to be. When we arrived at the house, there were about 6 people on the front porch, sitting around a tiny old lady, she seemed to be telling them a story. They were enthralled and didn’t notice anything around them. I was surprised because I knew that house was empty. The girl that I had been walking with went up the stairs and took her place amongst the listeners, her eyes glued to the face of the old storyteller. I walked partially up the stairs and knew I didn’t belong there, and turned to go, but I couldn’t get back down the stairs, there were too many people coming up them, all of them intent on reaching the circle of listeners.
I looked out on the streets of Savannah and realized that whatever was out there was losing its hold on me, that I needed to turn around and listen.