Saturday 28 November 2015

Misconnections


Dream Journal, March 7-8, 2005

Obviously haven’t been keeping the d.j. lately.  Got sick of everything.  Well, I’m back—at least for one day.

Yesterday went to see Linda with Ryan & also on my own.  A bit rough but okay. 

Last night dreamt that Ryan & I were staying in my father’s room.  It looked like his room how I remember it.  It was filled with lots of stuff he had bought on sale, like extra bottles of shampoo.  Anyway, it was late & we were getting ready for bed.  On the way back from the bathroom I saw someone—a young woman/girl—downstairs (weird, since my dad's house is one-story) just break down the back door like it was nothing.  Freaked out, I ran into the bedroom and closed the door & told Ryan what happened.  I tried to call the police but the girl had cut off the phone lines, so I had to use the cell phone.  

After a bit of a delay on the side of 911 I got through & told the police to come.  We then tried to keep her from getting in the bedroom, but she was stronger than us & got inside.  I was terrified of her but she seemed more desperate than anything.  To my disapproval Ryan started handing her lots of cash, something like $150 so that she could eat or whatever.  She was still trying to get stuff from us when the police showed up & arrested her.  They told me that she’d go to prison for at least twelve years—which I wanted—but that when she gets out, she’d come after me, which freaked me out.  Some guy who lived in the house & supposedly took care of the “old people” who lived there seemed surprised someone had broken in but very calmly got back to work to repair the door and come up with a better lock.  He didn't seem super competent to me, nor did he seem all that worried about what had happened.

After that Ryan and I went out.  We all decided to walk the rest of the way to wherever we were headed.  It was gray out & cool but not the dead of winter.  We wound up at some place where my aunt (who is no longer living) was, along with some other people who might have been my extended family members.  My aunt was knitting.  Excited, I told her I liked to knit too, and we proceeded to have a good conversation about knitting that involved her giving me some tips.  It was after this that I realized I hadn't actually been talking to my aunt, but to the girl who had broken into the house.  I was very surprised by the fact that I liked her & that we had so much in common.  When I realized it was her I asked her what she wanted from me.  She smiled, leaned in very close to my ear, and whispered, “Friendship.”  And then she ran off.

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