In 1982 a movie, Ghandi arrived on the silver screen. It was an instant block buster movie, and remains today a very powerful movie for many reasons. I really can not remember much about the movie with the exception of Ghandi traveling to different places.
Over my lifetime, I have moved many times. Moving from place to place had been a pattern throughout my life. Moving also follows me into my dreams. This time of year for some reason, I have a somewhat recurring type of dream, well two different dreams actually. The first dream does not have any time attached to it. It could have happened last year, many years ago, or next year. I do not know if that makes it timeless or not, but it is probably as close as I will get. In this dream I am living in a house somewhere. Usually I am sharing a house with a friend, someone I actually know.
I know in this dream that I have no job, and no purpose for staying there, other than I wanted to go somewhere, and I have not started back home yet. I know I have my own home somewhere else, and I have responsibilities waiting at my house. There is one slight variation in this dream and that is sometimes I have two houses, and I have responsibilities at each one. I also have no apparent job at the house I am staying at. It bothers me in my dream I have no job, but I also feel no urge to go out and get a job either because I am not really living there, just hanging around for a few weeks.
In my second dream I move back to the house I first remember living in. The house has not existed anywhere except in my head for a long, long time. Yet, in my dream it is there just as I remember it. The yard is the same, and the land around the house is the same. The only difference outside the house is the driveway is longer than it was.
Once I am inside the house many things are different. The house was five rooms, but in my dream it is much bigger, and also has a second floor. For whatever reason I live on the second floor. On the second floor I discover a door I never noticed before that leads into a mansion sized house. Sometimes there is a family, or families living there, sometimes not.
The nice thing about my dreams and living in all these houses, is I do not seem to collect all the things I am to attached in waking life. I do not have hundreds of books, shelves of nick-nacks, fishing gear, camping gear, and the tools I have acquired over the years. In my dreams moving is not a big deal. All I need to do is walk out of the house, and go back to where I came from.
My dreams are like the movie Ghandi when it comes to travelling. There is a scene in the movie, I do not remember the circumstances, only the scene. Ghandi is going somewhere, and is collecting his possessions. Ghandi had his white robe, his glasses, his shoes, and one book. If memory serves me right, that is all he had to call his own, in the movie at least.
What most of us need in our lives is somewhere between too much junk, and the few things Ghandi owned - in the movie at least. I am not so sure, my life would be so much fun without my treasury of things that are important to me. I hope you too have your collection of items that have memories attached. For me they are the glue that tie the years of my life together. I hope they are glue for you too, and I hope you have a truckload of memories to go with them!
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