Dream (2)

Early this morning. Just before waking, I dreamt of a stool propped up against a number of heavy, blue-gray fuse boxes. My father was opening each box and checking the fuses. I watched from below, anxious about how rickety the stool was, worried he would fall. He found one that he didn't put back immediately. "This is the one," he said and half-turned. I held on to the stool that swayed. Lights came on in all the fuse boxes that now somehow stood open, making a line of orange-yellow. And beyond - by which I mean to the right of- the one in his hand, all was dark.

"This is the one that changed everything," he said.

The boxes were propped against the gate. Beyond that lay a pile of stones and rubble. He was no longer on the stool and we could no longer leave.

Only, of course, it wasn't all clear like that because I woke up.