DREAMLOG 7
Posted on | December 20, 2007
I’m having a very odd dream about my mother’s old house. In where I’m in the dining room on a bed with a white bed cover and on the ceiling, I can see the swirls from the plaster that designed the surface. There’s a pack of cigarettes attached to the light fixture. I look and I don’t think it’s my mom’s brand but I look close and I can see inside and there are two ciggarettes in there. I start to reach up and the cardboard of the package starts to fan out and it spins. I notice it’s not a light fixture at all but a cap to a sprinkler system. I don’t remember my mom having a sprinkler system. I jump off the bed and I walk around and I think wait, she’s dead. We sold her house. This is a dream. I think I can start to bash things down, like the sliding doors that went into the kitchen and I start to hit at them. I wake up. I’m lying in bed. That kind of nonchalant way when you’re not in a rush. I kick off the covers. I feel the weight of them as I throw them off. I walk out of my bedroom and head out the door. I go to the next room and I notice this closet in the spare room. It’s got some of my sisters stuff in there I think, I should just use this for all my spare boxes but then I think, no there’s not enough depth to fit them. There is a large space at the bottom though that’s not in use. I turn around and there’s more closets. I think to myself, why the hell didn’t I notice this before. I see a glow coming from the floor. It’s an odd floor that slopes from the edge of the room into the middle to a drain. I keep thinking, that’s so wierd. I pull back the clothes and boxes on the floor and there’s Rufus lying on a space heater. My first thought is how unbelieveably dangerous it is. Then I think of all the energy I’m wasting. I speak harshly and Rufus lumbers off it. I go to the wall and for the life of me, now, I can’t remember what it was that pulled me out of the dream but I realize I’m still in a dream. That I hadn’t woken up. I wake up again. Again, feel the weight of the covers as I kick them off. I’m awake. That was so wierd. I put my feet to the floor and go outside my front door. I see the downstairs neighbours door slightly ajar. I go to investigate and I hear myself saying, "No, don’t Robert!" The door opens and they come out. It’s the father of the woman who lived there before. He’s staying here from Vanvouver with his girlfriend. She has big hair. We say hello, I say, I was just making sure it was them. Can’t be too careful. They offer me sandwiches, I politely decline. I go into the other room of my apartment. I hear music coming from a shelf but I can’t pinpoint exactly WHERE the sound is coming from. I go to the bottom of the shelf, scan up with my hands and eyes and find an odd looking speaker. I go to shut it off. Wait a minute, THIS isn’t real, I think. I don’t have a spare room. I’m still in the damned dream. I wake up. Rufus is right beside me. I can feel his weight pressed against my backside. I kick off the blankets, AGAIN, feeling everything. This time, I KNOW I’m awake. I make a mental note to check everything before I stroll around. I tell Rufus to get off. His paw is caught on chest and he won’t let me up. "Get up, dammit!" I yell and try to pull him off me. That’s when my brain says…"You’re still in the dream." I open my eyes. I look around, everything’s where it should be. WAKE UP….for real.
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