My husband who wished to see a gentleman about an airplane part accompanied me. As my husband works with model aircraft, it was not an unusual request for him to make. I know the part looked like something that would fit the dashboard – some sort of rpm or altitude piece, round, and white, with black numbers and markings. As I think back now, it also reminded me of a kitchen time clock for baking, but more pronounced in its markings.

We came up to the man’s house that opened the door to us and invited us in. It was still daylight, and I seemed to be amused as the gentleman said that his wife could not come out to keep me company, but would I mind very much watching the children? He then gave me his youngest child to hold, a baby, about three to four months old, and two smaller children were playing in another room.

Going into the room where the children were, I remember there being a rocking chair, but I do not recall whether or not I sat in it. The room was comfortably cluttered with several books and toys that would spark a child’s imagination. The children seemed set amid their own playthings, and I saw no need to interfere. I remember cuddling the baby, talking to it in a quiet, singing voice, little humming words of no import, just mama sounds from a stranger to the babe’s ear.

It did not seem very long before my husband and the man were back, but I sensed it had gotten darker outside. That was when the dream became more.

The man, who was tall and slender, dark haired and brown eyed, wanted to know if I wished to see the baby’s room. He indicated it was time for her to sleep, now, and would I please follow him. We walked through one room that seemed to have a dark carpet with a white spaghetti pattern across the floor – it was an illusion – but for a moment I became disoriented and thought I was going to trip or at the worst, squish spaghetti deeper into the carpet, but that was not the case.

Then we entered a very small room. The man grinned, and with the flip of a lever, the room “expanded” taking over the space of the previous room, now that it was not in use. He walked over to what appeared to be one-half of a child’s crib, and with a slight push, butted it up against what looked like a painting against a wall, and it wondrously became a full sized crib, complete with quilted blankets of soft hues that unfolded themselves.

I began to get the idea that the man was an inventor and one who liked to “surprise” people by not talking about his accomplishments, but rather, show them. I remember thinking I liked the way his mind worked. He turned again and with a few deft movements of his hands, a bunk-bed seemed to float out of a wall and he called to the two older children, telling them that is was time for them to go to bed. The came in without complaint, and seemed to be very happy, well-behaved children.

We were then taken to the front room again, and just as my husband and I were about to leave, the man’s wife came from another area of the house, gave a brief apology for not being able to entertain, and seemed anxious for us to leave. I noted that she appeared about ten years older than the man did, and it made me wonder briefly if indeed they were husband and wife. I did not have time for any further conversation as we were shown to the door, my husband pleased with his purchase of a part for his model plane hobby, and as we were about to go out into the dark, the man winked and grinned and said, “make sure you enjoy the night sky!”

This was when I knew that the man was a genius and inventor of magic…as we neared the edge of his property, I looked up and saw a magnificent nighttime sky wheel over his house. The moon and stars, as if placed upon a large round canopy [think a child’s mobile hanging from a crib] was overhead of the man’s house and trees and moving just ever so much faster but without making anyone dizzy. In some fashion, he had fixed it so shooting stars would glimmer across every so often. The moon would change from a child’s vision of a smiling man in the moon, to the clearer concept of what adults know to be its true face – and back again. I remember the colors – bordering from night black to cobalt blue and then lighter shades of twilight, but all holding a slight shimmer.

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I simply do not know what to make of this dream, other than it was extremely pleasurable and made me want to return to the inventor and find out more about him, and his inventions.

I think the part that reminded you of a clock might have something to do with the passage of time. Children and their toys would also be symbolic of that.

I think the man who is an inventor might represent the creative part of you. Thinking that you liked the way his mind worked, and the beautiful night sky at the end of the dream might have been your unconscious mind's ways of encouraging you to use your creavity.

The wife may be the part of you that has doubts and insecurities. The fact that she was older may have to do with the fact that, stereotypically, older people are supposed to be more rigid, more afraid to try new things, etc.


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Thank you, Marcia. I appreciate any and all input.

My dreams have always seemed to hold much clarity. I have the clear memory of a few particular dreams that I had years ago.

A good friend told me to post here - and it seems that as I place them upon this site, I have been more open to even more extravagant dreams.

It's a shame we cannot "copyright" them here.

But it certainly seems to be "the place" to lay them out. Again, my appreciation on your time to read "the long ones".