20 July 2007

I had this dream the other night. I am younger and in some sort of school. I hear a story about a long lost treasure, that no one believes exists anymore. I believe it whole heartily and learn all that I can about it. Other students make fun of me, and over the years I become socially withdrawn. At one point I have found key to the treasure. I have this collapsible tiered diagram that has pictures of items related to the treasure and I have to find the items in life as each one leads me closer to the treasure. I remember that at the bottom there is a picture of one blue high heel. I am older and have spent a long time looking for these myriad things. At this point I am still a student, a rather bright and socially adjusted student. There is a class outing to an old bath house in the foothills. I know that the treasure is going to be found there. It is an evening trip and we have lanterns. Inside it is dirty. There are toilets in some areas, and standing water in pools, and lots of dried mud on the floors and walls. There are also rats, not an horde, but a notable amount. We are there to clean the place, and although one part of me is sickened, another thinks this will be the perfect opportunity to find the treasure. I am cleaning some of the stalls, and am jumpy when I encounter a rat. For some reason the group is concerned about the rats, and after cleaning awhile I loose interest in the treasure and become involved in trying to capture the rats for transfer to a better place. At the end of the night we have collected most of the rats and are able to take them to this animal sanctuary that is flush with vegetation. I feel good about my decision as we drive away.