10/03/01
You Have Better Shoes!
This dream was rather strange.
In it I seemed to be at some sort of family reunion, Ma's side. Which I would never do. I was both in a building yet in a backyard at the same time, it seems; a grassy clearing with trees all around it (MAYBE open or more open to the right (ocean beyond?), with a house to the left?); if it was inside, it had dark wood (panelled?) walls. The whole place was sort of set into the ground by several feet, like in a pit. There were relatives wandering all over, and my cousins seemed to be younger than they really are; I believe I remember seeing Jennifer, then I saw Justin and Jason, but they were little kids again. I have written down "little girl" but I can't remember that part. I came across Ma and I sort of took her aside and threatened her with something like, "You'd BETTER not wander off and leave me behind," because I HATE it when she does that. She got a peeved look and...did just that, wandered off without me. ^_^ I followed her and now we went into a building (if we weren't already in one), going up some steps and into this medium-sized rectangular room. Dark wood panelling, sliding glass doors all along the left (longer) wall, and lots of drafting-style tables (I think). It was nighttime now (it hadn't been before) and dim and blue outside--and outside the windows was the ocean, or else a Great Lake. (This was where the water would have been before, if there was a large body of water in the first part of the dream--only it was MUCH closer now.) A steep tiled slope of a few feet led down to the water. This room was well lit with yellowish overhead lights (warm light) and there were a few teenage or college-age girls wandering around. I knew this was some sort of crafts store or such where they'd make
things for others, kind of like the silk-screening place where Ma works; had the same cluttered look, only less so. Ma was here too and I started walking around, wondering what they were doing; I got the feeling Ma had started working here too. I also feel that I got in the girls' way and I had to move aside.
Ma was still miffed and may have said, "What are you doing back here?" To which I replied, "I was looking for a garbage!" Well, that was HALF the truth. I'd come back here to follow her, but suddenly there was a bit of trash--a candy wrapper or something--in my hand and I had to throw it away. I know there had been trashcans out at the gathering, but I wanted to come in here. Anyway, I found the big garbage bin in here (wide and gray?) and tossed the bit of trash in it, then looked around some more.
Those doors made me nervous. I went to take a closer look and slid the left one open. Horrid! That slope led RIGHT down to the water and it was STEEP. Like around 35 or 45 degrees. It was just a few feet, and tiled; I can't think of the name of that stuff they use on the floors of schools and such, but it's like tiles all chipped and crushed and broken up, then set into some kind of plaster or cement and smoothed over to form mottled patterns. It could have been that, or just tiny tiles. This may have been whitish colored. I think at the bottom there was a wooden edge that rose up a tad, but not much; I was just TERRIFIED of setting foot out there, sliding down the slope, and plunging into the water, which I knew was deep. (I don't think there was any land in sight, aside from that we were on; and I can't recall looking to see any of it, just this slope.)
Ma came over on my right and joined me, noticing my anxiety. "What's so bad about it?" she asked.
"Are you NUTS?!" I cried. "You could fall right into the water! There's no way I'd go out on that thing!"
"It's not that bad." She stepped out onto the slope and went right down to the water with no trouble, toes right at the edge, and looked up at me.
"You must have better shoes than me!" I snapped. I demonstrated by stepping onto the slope, yet not letting go of the doorframe. I think Ma was wearing some black cloth shoes, and mine were white. Holding on I was safe, but my soles slid easily on the tile, as I showed her. I couldn't reach the edge while still holding onto the door, so I didn't try. I didn't want to go down there anyway. Water scares me!
She didn't seem to really get it, so I didn't bother. She came back up the slope and went inside. I KNOW she must have had better shoes.
I Dally Too Much
I wanted to ride down the road on my bike, but it was late evening and dark was coming on. I feel it was after seven PM, and it gets dark much earlier here now that autumn has arrived. I looked out the windows anxiously but decided I had enough time, and told Dad I was going. But somehow I delayed it by a good long time, walking around and doing various other things. I can't remember what; I may just have been walking around outside the house. By the time I finally got on my bike and steered it into the driveway and looked up at the sky, it was after 7:30, I think, and far too dark to ride down the road. Not pitch black, but dangerous. My heart fell. How had I wasted so much time! :( I was so bored, and now I couldn't even ride down the road, darn it.
So to temporarily sate myself I looked across the lawn at the waving grass on the north side and went running through it, either barefoot or in my sandals. It was a bit windy and autumny but not freezing and I pretended I was in one of my stories. This was similar to my "darkness falling" dreams. That was at least a bit distracting.
I think I then went into the garage, or this may have been a different dream. Dad was here, painting Ma's car. At first I didn't see him, just the car...it was a different kind, but I can't say what kind as I don't know one vehicle from another; it seemed small and boxy. But he had painted it sky blue!! There was something hanging off the driver's side like tape or paper or something and it was really messy and bright blue. Weird! I walked in and I think Dad popped up and I was in the way, so I had to move. (It was light again, like it was daytime and overcast out, but I wasn't interested in riding around anymore.) Oh, I think I told him I couldn't ride down the road but I didn't seem to be horribly upset anymore. I can't remember what else we may have said. Though perhaps I wondered why he had painted Ma's car.
Whose Hubs?
I wanted to go to Mackinac Island with Ma after work! ^_^ Which is pretty dumb. It was kind of like Petoskey because I knew it would take an hour to get there, and there were "shops" or stores I feared would close before we could check them out, since they usually close around five or six and Ma gets out at six...plus there's the hour drive. Little problem. I think it was Thursday since she didn't have bingo, and I asked her, "Is there any chance you can get out of work a bit earlier than usual so we can go in time?"
To which she flatly said, "No." *sigh*
"I just keep thinking all the good stores will be closed," I said; "Will anything important (i. e., any store I want to visit) be open?" then, "Will ANYTHING be open?" I suddenly wasn't as worried about that anymore, though I knew it would be a tight squeeze to pay a visit so late in the day. I was also worried because I had to record my programs around that time of the day, but I figured, I'd have most done by the time we left, and what I missed recording, I could always catch the next time around.
Anyway, Ma didn't answer my question, and left. I went out into the long driveway--it was overcast outside, bare like spring or late autumn but not too cold, like early afternoon--and started slowly walking west, toward the front yard. Then I heard a vehicle coming up behind me and moved a bit faster, then turned into the yard and moved to the side. (In the way--again!!) Dad's vehicle (at least, what was supposed to be Dad's vehicle, an SUV of some sort, probably light colored) drove past me, and I knew Ma was driving THAT to work. (Maybe because Dad had painted her car blue in the previous dream, "I Dally Too Much"? ;) ) I felt like I kept getting in the way!! She drove through the yard and pulled into the sideroad somehow, but when she reached the corner I saw something sitting in the road, that looked like a tire hub. "WAIT!" I yelled, or something. She stopped and looked back at me...and now it's like she was driving nothing more than a chassis, or whatever that is; just the bottom part of the car frame, with like a cream-colored, shaped leather mattress to sit on, and tires on the corners. WEIRD! (Note--since typing this up I've come across what I think may have inspired this, an ad with a man sitting on a mattress or lawn chair or such with car tires attached. It's a car ad.) "What?" she called, looking back at me with a tad of annoyance.
I hurried forward so as not to hold her up. "HUBS!" I yelled over the noise. "Tire hubs. I think they fell off." Now there were four of them in the road.
She looked down at the tires and I think we both realized they weren't from her vehicle. "They aren't mine," she said, and I was puzzled. They had seemed to fall in the road when she drove out there, but the tires (if nothing else!) seemed fine...so I was confused. She drove off toward town and I was left wondering. I decided to go back in.
Only now I noticed a long groove dug through our yard, from near the northwest corner toward the house. I knew this was supposed to be here; some people (teenagers?) had dug up a cord or wire in our yard, and that was what was left. In fact, when I looked down into the earthen groove I found something like an extension cord running along the bottom. This had something to do with the box on our telephone pole that in real life has been opened and the wires pulled out, a total mess. I don't know what did that or why. In the dream, it may have originated near that. The closer end of the "cord" (near the telephone pole) was "unplugged" and I picked it up. I wanted to bring the whole thing inside, or something. So I followed it to the front porch, where the groove ended right next to the house. There were no plants or weeds here to get in my way, just the bare ground with the small trench in it. The cord disappeared into the ground here. I knew it was buried shallow, and I still wanted to unplug it, but I hesitated. I felt it was plugged into something important; at the very least, I didn't know WHAT it was plugged into, or why. I had the feeling that if I unplugged it something bad might happen, so I had to leave it as it was. I also think I may have lifted my head to talk to someone, as if somebody--one of the teenagers?--had shown up and I wanted to ask about it, but I don't think I ever did.
Gimme That Screw!
This dream had to do with me feeding my rat. In real life, she's a PIG and once you give her something, it's like she inhales it. I think she doesn't even stop to chew. Then after I feed her she tips her bowl over, dumping out the remains, and stands on it like she wants more!! ~>:( Weird rat. In the dream, I think it was night or evening and Dad was with me; for some reason, I gave the rat a metal screw. What was I thinking!! So now Dad's standing here watching and I have this rat with a screw in her mouth and I'm trying to pry it from her teeth but she doesn't want to give it up. Shee-EESH.
And I think that was it. :)
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