A Dream Comes True

Sometime in the year 1990, in the city of Providence, in my California Street apartment, I had a dream wherein I was going through some thick file folders of tan color. Nothing unusual about this scene as it was a replica of what most of my life had been during the hours of 9 and 6. That's 5 and one more. Whether I was typing agreements at Motown Record Corporation, letters at the State Bar of California or applications and letters for clients at a law firm, I had to do what I had to do. Go through them and take care of them one at a time. But these were nothing compared to the pile of folders in my dream. It was quite a tall order and only until I took care of each one of them tan colored files would I get to the blue one labeled "The People File".

Needless to say I woke up with a sense of "that's a long road ahead of me full of hard work".

I have often wondered in what form and under what circumstances I would know that I have reached the bottom of the pile in real life. When would the turn of the people be whoever they or we were and whatever the blue folder represented. Until yesterday I had no clue but the knowledge that it was something I liked, i.e. people, and that has given me hope all these years. A lucid dream is a lucid dream is a lucid dream. You bet I was curious.

Sometime this morning, before going to sleep (yes, I went to sleep in the morning), I decided to finally put the folders that I had chosen to take with me to Arizona, in a small box. Halfway to the finish line I remembered the dream. A yellow folder, a red folder, a purple folder and we are done. I like purple, I swear, but it is not blue. "We are not there yet Arpie" I said to myself.

Not that fast baby, look to your left, eye level, on top of the boxes, there it is, the blue folder. Afraid of being disappointed again by looking to see what is inside or to read the label, I put the blue folder in the box and went "waaaaaaaaaa! Can you believe that?" I have been saying that a lot lately by the way.

You must be wondering too. Sometime later I had the courage to open the folder. Pictures from here and there. Just a few. The class picture of the two year olds at Jack in the Box Early Learning Center two years ago where I was a teacher's assistant. I still remember most of their names. A few pictures of moi on stage playing a role with others in costumes, some headshots and if there was a picture of me I wanted enlarged, it was there. I took out the theatre pictures and left the kids picture and mine in the file saying to myself "I am people too."

I am people, people.