But the plane crash dream seemed to have some sense, unless I'm just imposing that, and I was deeply involved with it for quite a long time after waking, so it seemed like the only important thing. From a house high on an escarpment with my family, I saw the crash, and the events leading to it clearly in the valley below - usually the plane disappears behind trees or buildings before exploding. As we watched, a huge fountain of oil exploded from the ground where it had crashed, and began to rain down on us. I hurried everyone into the house, but a slate was loose on the roof, and the poisonous shower rained inside also. We fixed it, but the sense of menace prevailed. Later I drove off in the direction of the cataclysm, I had an appointment to keep, but drawing nearer, I, and others were driving into a thick and impenetrable darkness. Just when it seemed hopeless, we found ourselves in a kind of farm shop, selling plums and aubergines and other fruit of the most beautiful purple hues and textures. The staple vegetables, beans and suchlike, would no longer grow in the aftermath of the disaster, but these luscious things would. I was charmed but uneasy, it compounded the sense of guilt I already felt about the relief of escaping the crash, and the fear that it may have further consequences.
I think, but I don't know, this may have been triggered by a post, with a stunning poem, over at Dick's place, about creating beauty out of suffering, and to what extent it is acceptable.
It may seem strange to bolt this on to the last thing, but I was moved to go and dig out some of these photos from our New Zealand trip in September 2006, after seeing Jean's post about the beautiful Hundertwasser buildings in Vienna. Hundertwasser retired to Northland, New Zealand, and designed and built the most astonishing public toilets anywhere, I should think, in the nearby town of Kawakawa. The link gives more details, but these are some pictures I took. I especially like the idea he expressed that a toilet should be a place of meditation akin to a church.