I took this photo on the platform of the 14th Street subway station in Manhattan. It's part of a larger installation called "Life Underground," which consists of all sorts of little figures and creatures around the station doing all sorts of things, from sleeping to sweeping to working to standing on piles of money. This one, of course, depicts the story everyone's heard about the alligators or crocodiles that live in the sewers.
Lately, I've had some weird dreams. I'm not someone who remembers dreams or who does much analysis of them. I know the basics. Our subconscious is working out all sorts of things in our dreams. Many of us dream that we are caught in our underwear or worse, that we show up at an exam unprepared, that we are flying or falling or being chased by monsters or that we went back home.
Many of us have recurring dreams. The one I remember most is when I dream that I open a door of my house and discover a whole new wing. Or even that my old house has turned into a whole new house. I love those dreams (more bedrooms! more closet space! a new kitchen!) and understand they may be associated with one's subconscious wrestling with the potential discovery of new skills (or vocation!) or opening new chapters in one's life. So even though I'm not much of a dream interpreter, I do pay attention when I'm dreaming about new rooms in my house.
What's your favorite recurring dream?