Fragment of a Dream
A particularly weird and vivid dream last night. My father owned a loft in a very old crumbling building in Paterson (in the dream). Walking through I saw this pile of drawers with the top one filled with rocks. Some had my father’s face painted on them. My father walked up holding a little mandolin guitar with the strings loose. I told him I could restring it but he wanted to keep it that way. Any dream interpreters out there? This one was a doozy.