Souls for Santa’s Shoes

January 16, 2019

In last night’s dream two story lines are playing at the same time.  I am at work and have given notice that I will be changing positions.  As I’m ready to leave, I am having flashbacks reminiscing of the times I have spent here.  In the flashbacks is where the story lines diverge.  The story lines are my work and my home life with Joe.  I am separating from both of them yet they share common elements.

I can see the work stations at the helpdesk where I sat for many years.  There are two stations, plus one for the supervisor that is off to the side and an office with a door for the boss.  I consider what my life would be like if I stay at this job.  I’m looking to gather my computer equipment to take home with me but I seem to be missing my monitor.  There is something I need to do on the computer before I leave and I am unable to visualize what that is without the monitor.  My mind computes what needs to be done to separate myself from my ex Joe.  I think back to the many days I spent in Miami.  I am trying to gather my things and account for everything.  The monitor was working when it was in Miami.  I reconcile with the fact that during these last years I’ve not been with Joe so it seems an easy decision to part ways with him.  I ask why didn’t it work? The thought comes to me it is neither here nor there but I am confident I will be able to access what I need without the monitor.

There is a little boy with me.  He is having a slumber party with a friend of his who he is trying out as a sibling.  I think he is considering whether he wants a sibling or not.  He tells me it was fun for the first day but that the baby sleeps too much so we should leave and go on our way.  Feeling this is an acceptable response I gather my things and ready myself to go.

I am now looking for my desk chair to take with me.  I reminisce back to the day I first sat in this chair.  We were making shoes, Santa’s shoes.  We were deciding which souls to put in them.  I can see the leather shoes Peter Jelen is stitching for me.  (I met Peter at the Green Man Festival one year in Greenbelt and he made some shoes for me.  I had him make the shoes with an ambigram of the word DNA.  The letters were cursive and read the same right side up or upside down.)  In the dream, I can see the red and green shoes he is stitching together.  They are still without souls.  I look around me for material suitable for the souls.  I know the material needs to be durable and long lasting because their journey is long.