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Tiffany’s Loft

Sunday, June 13, 2010, this was the first day of and posting to; “expandurmind.com.” It started as a simple blog, a sharing of my dream journal. I never would have guessed at the time how quickly it was going to grow.

In the past four years, I watched with joy as my numbers grew from single digits each week to hundreds until I had built an audience of over 20,000 followers. Because I did not want my audience to be bothered with ads, sign in pages, passwords and other jumping through hoops, I used the best on-line services for their comfort. Of course with great services, comes great cost. I tried several avenues to create some income to help support these sites and background software; however, none ever panned out.

I also made a lot of changes to my format due to growth and technology. Now it’s time for another change. I have a need to continue sharing my worlds with you, that will not change; so, sometime after the first of the year I will be publishing in a new format, e-books. This, hopefully, not only helps me recoup money for cost, but I will be able to publish dreams that were not suited on my sites for an open audience. I hope you will support me.

Wednesday, December 21, 2012; Unconscious dreaming
Our home has a couple of crawl spaces on the top floor we use as storage. In this dream, I was cleaning out some clutter in one of those spaces when I came upon a small door. It looked like any door that might lead to a room of the house but small enough that I had to stay down on all fours. I opened the door and stuck my head in, expecting to find another crawl space. What I found was a very large room. I crawled inside and stood. I realized this was an attic that we had never known was there. It was as wide and long as the first floor of our home, including the high ceilings.

To the right of where I was standing were three small windows set in the wall facing out to the front of the house. I wondered how I had never noticed them from the outside or that the house was taller than I had thought. As I stood where I had first entered, I could nearly see the entire place. The attic looked to have been under construction at one time, changing it over to an apartment. Framed walls were put up separating the area into 3 or 4 sections.

There was a couch next to my left and a bed across the way into another room. There seemed to be three walls separating the rooms, but they had never been finished so that only the frame of two-by-fours made them up. Two of the windows running along the front wall were in what looked to be the living room, while the third was at the far end over a sink in a small kitchen.

As I stood there my wife called for me through the door of the crawl space in the main house. I shouted back asking her to come to where I was. Moments later her head poked through the small door and she came and stood next to me.

“What is this?” she asked.

“I don’t think it’s an attic,” I said, “It’s much too large. I believe that the house was originally a duplex. Seems it has been closed up for a long time,” I explained.

“Why didn’t the previous owner tell us about it?” she asked.

“My guess is he did not know it was here. The place looks like it was lived in while being built. For some reason it was closed up. Maybe it was a place for the first owner and they never said anything.”

“How long have you been here?” she asked.

“Just a couple of minutes before you. You want to check it out?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said.

We took a slow walk through the place. The first spot we headed to was the far wall where the sink was. The kitchen boundary was marked out with lines someone had placed. These lines were going to be the walls which had never been started.The couch was on the left next to one of the unfinished walls and faced two of the windows. From where we stood, there was a small room that looked as though it was going to be the kitchen. The only thing there was a large sink under one of the windows. Several feet to the left was another unfinished wall and to the left of it a fully made bed. The sink which was a deep basin with a long faucet hanging above had water dripping out.

“So this is why our water bill has always been so high,” my wife said. “This water has been running for decades.”

I reached over and turned the handle and the water stopped.

“I can not believe someone would have turned the water on and just walked away,” she added.

“I can’t imagine the thousands of gallons that have gone to waste,” I said.

We left the small kitchen and made our way to the bedroom where the bed was. The bed was hand- made of wrought-iron, very beautiful with thick bedding of quilts and large pillows, also hand-made. The bed appeared to have been made yesterday as it been locked up and dust free for so many years. I pushed down on it, feeling just how soft it was.

“Wow, we should come up here to sleep,” I told my wife. I patted the bed hard expecting some dust to float up, but none did. We left the bedroom and walked into the back of the attic. This part was more of a storage area, and a lot of items had been left behind by a previous owner. Along the same wall beside the bedroom, a lovely antique glass cabinet stood empty. The cabinet stood about 3 feet and less than two feet square. It had a single door and inside just one glass shelf in the middle. I thought it would make a great place to put some of my finer star-ships.

Along the opposite walls were many boxes that my wife was inspecting when she called me over. Next to the boxes were two lamps each with a base, at least a foot and a half in diameter and holding a slim iron post of about six feet. On the top of those posts were the most beautiful lamp shades I’d ever laid eyes on. The shades were about a foot in length, 6 inches in diameter at the top and spread out close to 10 inches at the bottom. However, what made them so spectacular was the Tiffany glass embedded in the outlines of copper. The glass was made up of checkerboard squares, each about 1 inch in diameter and in every color imaginable. Inside each of the shades was an old-fashioned clear light bulb and by the looks of it, the bulbs possibly still worked.

Even with very little light coming in through the windows a small silhouette of colors could be seen glowing against the wall next to the lamps. I slowly circled around one of the lamps. Taking in each one of the beautiful colored squares, no two of the same color. Mesmerized by the intense beauty of the shade, I paid no attention to my movements until I felt a bump against my back. I knew instantly what I had done. I swung around to see the other lamp falling away from me. I quickly swung out to grasp the post of the lamp only to miss it within a hair’s breadth as it continued to fall further from me.

Although the scene was not in slow motion, my mind flashed through the thoughts of the destruction that was coming, something so beautiful, lasting for decades destroyed by my carelessness. My wife and I watched breathlessly as the lamp closed the space with the hardwood floor. The closer it came to the floor the higher my stomach rose into my throat.

There was the loud, “THWAK” as the lamp came to an abrupt stop on the floor, the shade catching the full blow. The noise and impact made my body jump, and even though it was not a lucid dream, I’ve always been surprised it did not jolt me awake. There was a tap as the lamp actually made a small bounce reeling back from the impact. The lamp rolled back and forth a couple of inches and came to rest.

Possibly because of the thickness of the glass and the quality that was put into such beauty in the days of old, the lamp lay there completely and beautifully intact. My stomach dropped into place, and I let out a hard breath of air, not realizing I had been holding my breath. I placed my hands over my face and shook my head, relieved. I took a deep breath, exhaling then opened my eyes to find myself in bed, awakened from the dream.