Thursday, February 21, 2002
I'm back baby!!!! I knew this "Dreamer's Block" couldn't last!!! Here goes... Last night the dream started like this. I was in the back of my mom's old car, a 1977 Chevrolet Caprice Classic, color: old geezer blue. There were two small black girls in the front seat, and I was in the back with a first grader who was somehow related to me, although I don't know how. Anyway the car was driving itself, and it was POURING down rain! We had just picked them up from school and needed to drop them off at home. We finally stopped in this neighborhood in front of these apartments. I got out of the car and pulled out the stroller (the two girls in the front rode in the stroller) and proceeded to put them in it and try to take them down the sidewalk. I say 'try' because the sidewalk was incredibly steep. It was almost a vertical drop where the sidewalk met the street. Anyway next thing I know I am at their front door, and I have dropped them off. I go back to the car, and as I am trying to walk up the sidewalk (the stroller has mysteriously disappeared), all of a sudden I am wearing these 6" high heels, and I can hardly get up the sidewalk. There was grass beside the sidewalk so I walked in there for some traction, and finally I reached the mailbox and was able to pull myself up by it. I got to the car, and the back door was open and the stroller was in the back seat. I shut the back door. I was looking for something (I don't know what) and this black and white miniature pug nosed dog from across the street came over and started barking at me. I had a bag full of rocks in my hand, so I hit him and he whimpered home. My relative was still in the back seat, so I decided to drive down the narrow sidewalk because it's pouring down rain. I started to drive down the sidewalk, and it turned into a steep, narrow, winding blacktop road that was surrounded by red mud. I finally negotiated the car down to her apartment, and when I got out of the car to put her in the house, I notice she lived in a BIG church. I had nowhere to turn the car around, so I drove in the church and turned it around there. I drove very carefully back up the sidewalk, and when I got on the road, I decided to drive to FL for vacation. I drove down Schillingers Road, and right before I got to Three Notch Kroner road, there was this big flea market on the side of the road. The woman who was running it was at least 976 years old. Her son and daugher-in-law were helping. Anyway as I was speeding, as I come up to this spectacle on the left hand side of the road, and there was a state trooper parked on the side of the road, which flipped me out because I didn't want to get a ticket. I decided to stop at the flea market so hopefully he wouldn't give me a one [ticket](turns out the car was empty). I pulled off the left side of the road (the weather turned really beautiful by the way, sunny, and seventy degrees) so I did a 360 in this mud parking lot, and the red dust was flying everywhere, in order to slow the car down (I was driving really fast). I got out and started looking at the stuff. It was all retro/antique stuff, but it was all junk basically, and the prices were unreal! I looked at this ratty Christmas tree, where she's got Christmas ornaments for sale, and she had this 2" stained glass ornament that was a cutout of the State of Alabama, it was in bad shape, and she wanted $412 for it! I looked around some more, and went over to price a bucket on the floor, when all of a sudden I was on the floor in a living room that had no furniture, just a huge white door with a built in doggie door. It was a farmhouse built in the 1800's that belonged to my friends Ron and Nancy. It had hardwood floors and white walls. Anyway Ron and I were sitting on the floor, and their dog Jane came in through the doggie door. Jane in real life is a Dalmation, but in my dream she was a German Shepherd. Anyway she STUNK to high heaven, so we made her go outside. Then I woke up.
Subscribe to Posts [Atom]