Too Little Too Late

"Lost and Late" or "Too Little Too Late"

 

Three of us are wandering around a huge underground complex of apartments built off underground passageways.  There are many levels with both stairs and ramps leading to the lower levels, and some of the areas are arranged by interests or political alignment.  We are looking for a woman "Kathy" who used to babysit for Erin and had a daughter in nursery school with Erin.  This was many years ago, and we are all older, but she seems to have not aged much.  When I talk to her on the phone to get the complex directions to her apartment, I can see a hologram of her face hovering in the air before me.  She is pretty, freckled, has red hair and sort of pursed lips like a beauty model.  She sort of glows a little.  I write down the directions, but when I am in the tunnels with my companions, I don't seem to have them and keep thinking I should call on the cell phone and get them again.  WE wander a long time and I don't call but I finally find the right passageway, a ramp leading down into the Democratic area.  We find it OK, sort of psychically, and when we get there, a man comes to talk to us and we sit at the table and he gets out a bunch of papers from his briefcase and he says, "It's so late now we won't be able to get much done."  I am wondering where Kathy is and who this man is and if he's her husband and thinking it's my fault we are late for not calling sooner.  The man is very young and business like with black hair, white skin, glasses, lean.  He looks sort of familiar.  Who he looks like is at the edge of my mind, but apparently ungraspable.  He begins to apprise us of the knowledge we need, but it is so "late" that I wake up.

I have dreamed before of underground passages with apartments, but this one is more posh than one of the others that really resonated for me.  I think there might be systems for importing light and fresh air and views to the outside world.  (?)

The too little too late thing resonates for me, as does the lost and late, both apply to this week with lost packages and delays.

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I am certain of nothing but the Heart's affections and the truth of the Imagination- John Keats
Mary