RECURRENT

RECURRENT (#MicroDream)

RECURRENT

The dream was always the same: the apartment building was on fire and someone was screaming for help.

The first night, I only stood back as the unfamiliar structure burned.

The second, I struggled with the locked front doors until fire burst through the second floor windows, raining down shards of glass.

The third, I found an open door on the back of the building, but became lost and overwhelmed by the smoke and heat.

After a week of the same dream, my therapist suggested that I was struggling with obsessive thoughts hidden in my subconscious, most likely an unconscious cry for a deeper understanding of my relationship with my mother.

I quit going to therapy.

Another week of the same dream and I had solved the puzzle: unlocked back door, back staircase, fire ax from the stairway to open the locked door, help the mother and her child escape.

The dream stopped but I didn't stop wondering what it really meant.

It was one month later while walking through China Town in San Francisco that I heard a cry for help and smelled smoke in the air. I recognized the building and knew exactly what to do.