Terracotta Army

The literal translation of "terra" - "cotta" is baked earth in Italian. I had a dream last night where my sister, father and I were outside a suburban home standing at the side of the road on our bicycles. It was bright and sunny. We weren't there to see the home, just stopped at that spot for some reason unbeknownst to any of us, and not once revealed in said dream.

The house was more of a luxury to be honest. One of those Spanish California ranch-styles. A "modest" mansion. There were folks on the roof fixing up some tiles. The terracotta kind - the color of rusty reddish Earth.

I looked up at the house and saw that it was actor Scott Patterson wearing a backwards ball cap and a button down, up there doing work on his own crib. Genuinely enjoying the labor.

"Hey, it's you!" I shouted. He looked down at me and smiled as I brought the unlikely encounter to my sister and father's attention. Clearly, without even knowing me, he can see I've got Gilmore Girls written all over my face and being. We chatted briefly. It was lovely - the kind of pleasant you have with a stranger when you're not being polite for the sake of it, but you realize almost immediately you could actually be friends... You relate...

It was at that moment a mail carrier, who I believe was my older brother, or at least knew and/or looked like my brother, delivered the mail. Something was for me... A check? For $40 000?

What? Why?

"It's yours. I thought you knew?" My sister said without a tinge of jealousy or envy... (Yup, this was a dream...)

So I looked at it. It was indeed for me. My first thought was, "I don't need this at all right now. I only support myself." But it was mine. So I held it... I'm still trying to figure out what this gift from my subconscious world could mean?

In any case - the image of that elaborate roof being maintained, taken care of by this rugged, semi-successful man was the image that really stuck with me. This beautifully ornate roof, yet made from ingredients purely of the Earth... That was what was important in this dream. That's what I had my eyes on...

I consulted a dream dictionary. There are signs everywhere after all.

It states, "To see a roof in your dream, symbolizes a barrier between two states of consciousness. It represents a protection of your consciousness, mentality, and beliefs. The dream is an overview of how you see yourself and who you think you are."

It was terracotta. Rooves adorning Hollywood homes, yet originating from homegrown, warm, European hands. Hands are the most beautiful part of the body. They are the hands that build and create and nurse and touch. And when your face and body changes, your hands generally stay the same. Same lines, nicks, same palms...

To the lovely messages from our subconscious world,
-Lola.

I really appreciate the song playing as I write this - muffled through the walls from some adjoined apartment -
It sounds like Coldplay..."The Scientist." And although I'm not a fan of this band, or really know much about them other than the fact the lead singer was a virgin until he was like 26 or 30 or something that "society" deems outrageous, but I deem "normal"... the song is actually quite fitting for my mood... and the composition of this piece.