Last night I had a dream about a piano.

The piano in question does actually exist in reality.
It did. I have no idea as to its fate now.

It was a baby grand piano belonging to my late grandmother- she passed away in 2002. She lived in NYC [Washington Heights] in an apartment. It was a bit old but nice; my father and aunt had grown up in it.

The apartment had several rooms and a long winding hallway that trailed around the edge of the apartment. My grandmother used to play the baby grand when we'd visit and sing with this trilling strong old voice. It's difficult to describe.

When she passed away we began to go through the apartment and discovered a few disappointments- she had had some caregirvers spending the night for the past year and it appeared they had been slowly taking some of her things.

One of the larger disappointments, though, is that we realized we had no clue how the baby grand piano had been brought into the apartment in the first place. To get it out would be so costly as to make it truly ridiculous, so to salvage it wasn't really possible.

In the dream, I was at a home [my family's home, but not our actual home or house in reality] by myself.

Everything was pastel- pink and light grey and this strange chalky white. i felt totally unsettled. It may have actually been a place we were renting. I remember kind of wandering around the large kitchen- the white cabinets all closed and too big and bulky for the room, the walls pink, grey accents in strange places. I was uncomfortable. I was literally twiddling my thumbs waiting for someone to come home and it was raining.

When someone did come home, I heard the car and my father then mother came through the door- which was a side door to the kitchen. My sister was not present.

My father asked why the garage was unlocked. I replied that I had no idea. He stated gruffly "well, it is. And the piano is out there".

I went to look and sure enough, the "garage" was unlocked.

But what this meant was the following:

At the edge of the house was a cement floor, painted with grey latex paint. The paint was peeling. In the middle was my grandmother's baby grand piano. It looked like there were supposed to be or had until very very recently been walls, but were not now. I had the impression that the garage was created by some kind of mechanism that erected brick walls around the space.

I remember palm trees at the edge of the driveway, and a tall picket burnt sienna colored fence [typical in Florida or Georgia areas] behind them, designating the edge of the neighbor's yard.

That is all.

[Thunder Bow]

A dream about your personal boundries, You are no longer walling your self in, and are more open (unlocked).