LOST AND FOUND DREAMS

The other day, my desktop, hard drive crashed.  No problem. I thought.  Don’t worry.  Everything is backed up on my brand new, external hard drive.  What a great feeling it is to know that my pro-active computer disaster investments have paid off!

 NO!!!

You see, the brand new, external hard drive that I thought I had purchased turned out to be a rickety, old and cranky, refurbished one, bringing back memories of youthful dating when a friend returned from a luncheon date where she finally had the opportunity to meet the fantasy man of her dreams and announced: “My Italian stallion turned out to be a bald eagle.”

Yup!  I had the same sinking feeling -- you know that stomach-churning feeling when reality starts to sink in -- Whoa! Yikes! and then @#$%!!!, realizing I had been taken for a ride in the big City, when I purchased my external hard drive, and, consequently, all of my beautiful dreams that I had faithfully recorded over the past eight years were now lost in the endless loop of the now click, click, clicking of my new old drive.  

I listened in disbelief. What? How could this be? How could two hard drives crash within a day of each other? What is going on? What to do??

First, panic set in until I thought of the English sculptor Jason deCaires Taylor whose intuitive and conservationist art is created under the sea.  Taylor creates societies and cities under the sea that depicts everyday life and the everyday emotions that life encompasses, i.e. hope,  love, fear; and, at the same time, eventually become natural sea reefs.  You literally have to swim and dive to see his artwork.

One of Taylor’s underwater installations, in particular, came to mind because its title adequately described my new role: El Collectionista de los Suenos Perdidos (The Collector of Lost Dreams).

Ah.  Taylor’s work reminded me that dreams do not have an expiration date.  And as an Active Dreamer, I can always dive back into the depths of the dreamscape to experience my dreams again and even more deeply than my shallow everyday conscious memory permits. 

Feeling better about the whole incident, I calmly hired a computer expert who luckily was able to assist me in my role as Collector of Lost Dreams!

The moral of the story, as a friend just recently wrote me: “You have a computer you have a problem.”  Make sure your external hard drive is a new one – buyer  beware.  Make sure that if you purchase an external hard drive, you buy one with a dual hard drive.  Overprotect with an on-line storage service, and record your dreams the old fashioned way!