One Night In Paris

I have often discussed my dreams on this blog, Modern Philosophers.

They are sometimes confusing, often disturbing, and usually quite memorable.  The thing is, though, they rarely make any sense. 

Last night, I had a vivid dream, that stuck with me all day.  So, rather than waste money on a therapist to try to figure out what’s going on in my subconscious, I thought I’d turn to the internet for free therapy.

What was the movie in my Dreamland Cinema last night?  A trip to Paris…


In my dream, I traveled to Paris with my Dad and a friend to check on the apartment that I owned there.

Just to clarify: My father died over thirty years ago, I’ve never been to Paris, the mere idea of traveling overseas sends my anxiety through the roof, and I do not own any property in France.

The dream began with me on the plane.  In first class.  I didn’t remember packing my passport, so I rifled through my bag in search of it.  My passport was there, along with large amounts of foreign currency.

When we arrived in Paris, it was night.  We walked to our destination.  Let me point out here that I was my current age, my Dad was the age I remember him being before he became sick with cancer, and the “friend” was not someone I recognize.

I decided that we needed to take pictures, and pulled out an old school Polaroid camera like the one my Dad used to own.  I took some photos of my Dad and my friend.  Then I realized that I should use my cell phone so I could post pics on social media.

I handed the friend my phone, and asked him to take some photos of me and Dad.  My simple instruction: “Make sure you get plenty of Paris in the background so people understand that we’re not in Maine”.

When he handed back my phone, I noticed that we were at the foot of the Eiffel Tower, so I took a few pics of that landmark.

We starting walking again, and wound up in a square in front of an immense and beautiful cathedral.  I boasted that my apartment was actually part of the cathedral, and led us down the cobblestone alley next to the edifice.

Paris, dreams, Modern Philosopher

The inside of the apartment looked like my first apartment after college.  I had a roommate named Adrian, who was sound asleep, so we just peeked into his bedroom and then continued the tour.

There was a completely empty room with a hardwood floor that had a weird dip in it, that looked something like a small sinkhole.  I assured my Dad and the friend that it was perfectly safe and part of the apartment’s charm.  I referred to the room as “J’s Room”, in reference to my ex-wife.

This is a recurring theme of my dreams: my ex-wife.  We’ve been divorced over 15 years, I never see her or think about her, yet I dream about her very often.

My Dad was confused and asked me why J and I had slept in separate rooms.  I explained that we didn’t, but shortly before our divorce, we would fight and J would leave our bed to sleep in this guest bedroom alone.

Now I thought of it as haunted by her spirit, so I refused to furnish it or go in there.

Then I led them to a beautifully furnished third bedroom.  This was where our guests stayed when they rented the apartment on Airbnb.  Apparently, the apartment was a real hit with American tourists.  So much so, that Adrian rarely got to stay there.  He would just crash at the home of one of his many girlfriends while we had high paying guests.

A metal sign above the door identified it as “Hotel Overlook”.  In the dream, it was a reference to how the room overlooked the picturesque square in front of the cathedral.

This is one part of the dream I understood.  I’m currently reading Dr. Sleep by Stephen King.  This is the sequel to The Shining, and The Overlook Hotel is often mentioned in the book.

When we returned to the front of the apartment, Adrian was awake to greet us.  He explained that this was the only night all month that the apartment wasn’t booked by tourists, and we were making an incredible amount of money.

My Dad asked where we were going to sleep if the apartment was an Airbnb during our stay.  I laughed and told him he were staying at the best hotel in Paris because I was filthy rich.

So what the hell does this dream mean???

About Austin

Native New Yorker who's fled to the quiet life in Maine. I write movies, root for the Yankees, and shovel lots of snow.
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14 Responses to One Night In Paris

  1. Mary-Anne says:

    To me, it sounds like your subconscious is telling you good things are on the way. I like the fact your dream how do you flying to Paris France, when you find it difficult to travel. Perhaps, you will be able to travel to exotic places in the near future.

  2. bwcarey says:

    Your Father is in your heart and money is not as important as it used to be, amen

  3. I happen to love dreams like this. I often dream of my mom or dad, and mom has been gone 40 years. I dream of old bosses and my ex (divorced 39 years ago) buildings that never end and going back to finish high school (I actually finished HS and did a few years of college). And I love it. Means you never really forget, I guess.

  4. beth says:

    people from your past, still have some unsettled feelings about, and the future of something to look forward to

  5. jilldennison says:

    What a cool dream!!! Far better than my recurring dream where there is a knock on the front door and a hooded guy dressed in black shoots me! I have been to Paris on business for one week, and fell so in love with the city that I didn’t want to leave! It was the most wonderful week of my life, I think.

  6. markbialczak says:

    Big things are coming your way, Austin, things that you know would make your dad proud.

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