[dream] Glory in gray

I was in London. Early to mid forties in age, I suppose. Under the gray sky were the gray streets along which I walked, wearing gray slacks, gray turtleneck and a woolen gray coat that fell past my knees. I had success. But that was all I had. I wandered the streets aimlessly until I could walk no more.

Back in the hotel suite, I sat next to a luggage I left open in the middle of the room. Some personal belongings were scattered carelessly around the floor. And I just sat there in dead silence, not moving, until time stood still.

This dream dates back to my college days. I'll have to wait another decade to see if this dream was a prophetic one.