Rest & Unrest

In a dream, a man encounters his Uncle - an Uncle who had a dream of building something and growing things. And in this dream, the Uncle comes to him because those he left behind did not follow the dream. Standing on the earth near the pond where his once living body sat on a swing, they walk over to the place a house is being planned, not far away.

The man tells his dream to his Uncle, of building not far from where the Uncle planned of building. Of growing not far from where the Uncle planned of growing. The Uncle lays down, his face embracing the ground, and he sleeps. And he melts into the earth without a word, but he really seems to melt into the dream being spoken. He is gone. He is at rest. Or the part of the nephew which is the Uncle now rests.

The man then finds himself in a building of sorts. Wandering around, he notices a man in front of the building who looks like some sort of security even in plain clothing. Somehow it feels that the building is some sort of hospital - clean floors, shiny. He encounters his father who died years ago, but does not question it. His father takes him to a window to look outside, and there is the same man at the fence chatting with uniformed guards in a SUV on the other side. The father says something, his eyes on the guard, and the wall to the left suddenly disappears. A female guard shoves an elbow into the father's face, but he doesn't even flinch - he simply stares at the man at the fence with a peculiar interest. Or perhaps it is the fence itself that he stares at. And the female guard quietly leads him away, down the never-ending corridor of fluorescent lights and shiny floors, where the walls are completely flat and continuous. They stop at a desk, and the son hastens to say something but cannot find the words.

The man awakes, trying to think of what he should have said to his father. Or maybe trying to find a way to put the part of himself that is his father to rest.

Or maybe it was just all a meaningless dream.