You’ve got mail!
I have a dream that has recurred over the years and gone on for many, many years. It usually involves me going around my childhood neighbourhood in various ways, usually on foot though. Each time is different. What is usually the same is when I go to our block of flats. I enter the main door. The flats are run down and only worth demolition. I turn to the post boxes. There is post everywhere! I open our post box and post floods out… all kinds… all addressed to me. Quite a few are postcards and many are letters. Then I see there is more post on top of the row of post boxes… again, all mine. For some obscure reason, I see old Joe under the stairs polishing shoes. I go upstairs and the flat is a wreck… quite abandoned. Once or twice, I’ve dreamt that I must fetch Ouma from the flat, but she doesn’t want to leave.
I suspect that the post box thing is ‘messages from the past’, seeing as it’s at my childhood home. I wish I knew though… I wish I knew what the messages were.