Freedom Tower

Last night I dreamed that I was on the lobby of two very tall towers and they were about to collapse. I saw things begin  to fall from the top, and it was mostly confetti.

I knew that the buildings were collapsing and went into total "flight" mode, but with a lot of discernment, I checked the exits, made sure my departure would be prompt, no time wasted, and I run.  For a moment I feared that the emergency doors would not open, but they did, and I run outside feeling the collapse behind me.   Then I woke up with my heart speeding, palms sweating.

I live very close to ground 0, where the Freedom tower is growing steady and surely, albeit slowly.  They are to be ready in 2013.

During the weekend I noticed that the Freedom tower has about 5 floors now, and the foundation for the building that is to go in the corner on the south east is already showing its first floor.

Every time I walk pass it I get reminded of the phoenix, rising from the ashes.  I feel kind of lucky to be a part of it, and I wonder what it means for the people of New York, to have a chance to be re-defined.

And what about the name, "Freedom Tower".  this is how Wiki defines freedom: is the human value, or situation, to act according to one's will without being held up by the power of other. It's like a siddhi,   I like it.