Dolphin With Rabies

Life on beautiful Cape Cod.

Wednesday, February 23, 2005

"I Have This Dream", she said.

"I have this dream", said the woman at the next table. "I dream that I'm in my house, but then I go up a flight of stairs that doesn't exist in life and there's all these new rooms. What do you think it means?"

It means that you're seeing new opportunities in your life, I thought. New journeys. That's standard dream interpretation. But I didn't have the nerve to tap a perfect stranger on the shoulder and say this to her. Even if she was speaking loudly enough so that the entire restaurant could hear about her dreams.

We went out to western Massachusetts this past weekend. We had a really good time eating out and going to the hot tubs, but the best part was just being in an atmosphere where people are *passionate* about things. You can't swing a dead cat without hitting someone who wants to talk politics or the latest book they've read or the really cool something they've found. I've really missed that living here on Cape. People here aren't passionate, they just bitch. Well, they're passionate about their property taxes. That's about it.

So, the Significant Other and I are talking seriously about moving out there. A few years from now and things could change and maybe we'll just chuck it all and move to Canada instead. But I feel like I just went up a flight of stairs and found all these new rooms in my house.