Catch a Dream by the Tail

Last night I had the strangest dream

lost in an airport looking for Departure

But saw these tall and elegant buildings

of beautiful yellow-red-gold structure

in indescribable, gentle hues,

the architecture of an old style

not ugly brick, mortar and glass,

Wished I could stop and stare for a while.

And I went from building to building,

with no signs within sight,

no indication of which one would lead to the terminal

where I could board my flight.

In the midst of distress, predominantly,

as the deep emotional content,

was an even deeper curiosity:

Who made these buildings, so tall and elegant?

Who left a signature on this earth,

Who spent time to become timeless, ageless, immortal…?

Till I finally found it,

found the right portal

and all those friends from school

who were to travel with me.

Still, there was no real relief,

just a vague, vociferous anxiety.

Thereafter, when I had to put

all my luggage on the conveyor belt

for checking in, I put all my bags,

And much nervousness I felt

for I put in the bag with my laptop.

A little later I realized what I had done,

went up to one of the officials

but again relief there was none.

He told me that it had been checked in

and I could only get it back when we landed.

I told him that it had my laptop,

Without which I was surely stranded

for certainly it would be broken to pieces

by the time I got it back

but he was obdurate and refused

Kindness, consideration, both did he lack.

The entire dream was filled

with anxiety, nervousness and distress.

But as all dreams it ended with the dawn

And back to calm I managed to regress.

Who knows what flight I was to catch

What the destination that awaited

What the symbolism of the architecture

What my subconscious mind had created.

Catching a dream by its tail on its way in or out

Shows insights to the subconscious, they say…

But how can one pin down a dream?

How can one explain it away?

Was it a dream caught in a flightless moment?

One about the gentle hands to create buildings so tall?

Or the unnerving callousness of airport officials?

The infinite possibilities enthrall…