I woke up this morning dazed and confused to the rough purring of Bela- on the pillow next to me in the way he likes to wake me up every day. I got up, made coffee, and sat down to read the AM
emails. That’s when I recalled my dream.
I was in Harvard Square. Well Not really Harvard Square but somehow I think that’s where my dream was taking place. I was on a side street sitting outside at some restaurant’s table. The ambiance on this side street was reminiscent of a Venetian restaurant; alley-like with people walking about looking for a place to eat or simply walking past the close quarters.
I was sitting at a table and two familiar people, a man and a woman, were down the alley walking towards me. She had my iPhone and was waving it toward. He was walking with her talking about how great the iPhone is. She was bulky in a Janis Joplin kind of way. it may have been lightly raining or just high fog.
From a distance, I watched the iPhone slip out of her hand and land on the cobbled street. Ha!-
I thought – the durability of an iPhone. She picked it up (they were still coming toward me, in the way things come at you dreams but hold their distance) looked at it, suggesting it was fine.
And then it slipped out again and crashed on the street again. This time the phone was not so resilient. I went over to my friends and she picked up the phone and showed it to me. The iPhone was completely smashed up but still together- kind of like the way safety glass holds together when a rock hits a windshield on a car. Crumpled.
Oh, I thought, my iPhone is broken as I stood there with my friends. She reached in her pocket and pulled out many several large sized bills in weird denominations- 100$ 250$ 40$ 50$ – each denomination had its own bill and for some reason I think the end total was around 650$ or more.
Fast forward into the light-I’m in a similar place a street still in Harvard Square but the ambiance is brighter. My friends aren’t there but I’m talking to a friend who I know buys many iPhones. I was telling him how I was going to get a new phone and he said he just upgraded all his phones and I could buy his old ones. I was thinking at this time how this would be great since I knew he is a careful user and the phone wouldn’t be all crapped up.
Next thing I knew, I was in Harvard Square on JFK Street at the OLD SBLI photo store where I used to buy black and white photo supplies. Come to think of it- I think this dream was in black and white.I was still with my friend who directed the guy behind the counter to get his phones. The counter guy reached below the counter and pulled out two ziploc baggies, each with a gen1 iPhone. I chose one after looking at them like I was buying a Zebra fish from a pet shop and I still had a whole bunch of bills in my hand so i counted out 200$ and gave it to him.
I remember pulling the SIM card out of my crumpled iPhone and trying to put it into the new old phone. It didn’t fit- the SIM card looked too large. I was having trouble pulling it out of the crumpled iPhone but I could see it in there distinctly. That’s when the purring started. That’s when I woke up.
So, that’s my first iPhone dream.
someone once said:
“Dreams are not worth the paper they’re printed on”
that could have been me – in a dream.