My old bedroom at my parent's place is now the "back room" for overnight guests.
From age 9 to 17 it was my bedroom. After I moved out, Ned took it over as his. It is the best bedroom in the house really (next to the "master" bedroom) with two windows looking out on the dozens of oaks. You can see who is coming up the driveway from that room, which I always liked and you can hear the frogs and crickets from the canyon at night.
Ned tried to soundproof the bedroom with old wine corks glued to the door. He got about three quarters of the way down and maybe got tired or something, but those corks are still on the door so that he could blast his music.
In my dream my parents had decorated that room like a kid's room. The bed was in the center of the room covered with a bright yellow bedspread with blue and yellow planes on it. There were plane mobiles hanging from the ceiling and there was a big screen set up. You could lounge on the bed and watch movies of Ned growing up and his life unfold.
The bedspread was such a bright yellow and that was what stood out the most to me.
I was telling my kids about the dream. To me, the dream tells me that there are these warm memories tucked away in the corners of our minds, in the corners of the places where we grew up and how Ned's whole life is there for us enjoy like watching a familiar movie.
When I was finished telling them I turned on the radio (we were in the car going to school) and the song Yellow by Coldplay had just started playing. Ned loved that song. The warmth of the sun, the shine of the stars, this was Ned's favorite color.
