It happened again last night. This is about the 6th time in a year. Each time has its own visuals and subtle differences but the overall theme is the same. 

This time, I'm 2 stories in the air overlooking Battery Park. I'ts an exciting ride, but I'm on more for the view it provides than the thrill. Everything is in color which is unusual for my unconscious adventures. It's as if someone has picked up the 4 story sphere-ride from Navy Pier and rolled it in front of her to amuse her or distract her from her steady gaze over the water. She is unflinching as she holds tight to her document and light. The friends I have just met are motioning for me below with excitement. It's as if they have just got up on Christmas morning and they want to race me to the tree. As my basket climbs to the top I grab the railing to brace myself and as my head and shoulders rotate my eyes blaze past her.. All I see is the blurred faint trace of light green. I hope she doesn't think that I'm ignoring her and remembers I've shot an SD card full as she modeled for me 3 years ago. Today, I am there to see her big brothers. I almost fall out of the basket looking for them, but like the other 5 times, they are not there. Maybe they are hiding behind the multitude of their other relatives, and besides it's probably to foggy to see them from here. A quick moment of disappointment is replaced with knowing I will join my friends and we will go find them together. As I'm let off the ride, I wake up.

When I was a kid, I would dream almost every night. It was usually good and sometimes bad, but never just average. Now that I have aged, I dream less and it's usually just an everyday event with nothing too exciting, good or bad. I don't know why I keep looking for the Twin Towers. For some reason I seem obsessed with them. I do like dreaming about them and the search for them. As I write this, I'm thinking perhaps it could be that I'm searching for life before 9-11. Not the low end security at Memphis International, or gas at $2/gal, or the economy or even the war issues. A certain innocence to life in my own mind, perhaps even an oblivious approach to the hard facts of life. Even in the age of technology, the more I know, the more I sometimes wish I didn't know.

I don't know what the latest is with the Freedom Towers, but perhaps they will bring me some visual closure with my own 9-11 timeline.