My dreams have been odd for the last few days. Last night included fire, President Nixon using President Ford’s name, my grandfather separated from my grandmother and got two very ugly cats, a family went door to door selling books with no covers and proclaiming that $112 million a year was wasted on book covers alone. They advocated for coverless books worldwide. A detective’s show was mixed in with this book mess. Three detectives came looking to figure out who killed a girl selling coverless books. She had been pushed from atop a high rise ghetto building. It ended up being the mother from Family Ties who killed the girl, Meredith Baxter Bernie.
It seems in the same dream sequence my mother knew that a family would lose the mother and father plus the youngest son in a horrible fiery car crash. The mother, father and son were hugging their oldest son (about 8 yrs old) telling him they’d be back in a bit. They were going to the store and he was to stay with my mother and me and mind his manners until they returned. I asked my mother why we couldn’t tell the family not to go if we knew that they were going to die like that. She said we couldn’t interrupt the natural course of things because we’d change the future in ways unknown to us. We had to let them go.
They walked out of the door and got in the car. Before it could even start the car caught fire. Instead of them just getting out of the car they started unpacking their belongings. They got the DVD player out of the car, got a few items of clothing they wanted and some other things. They left the boy in the car. Just as the mother walked kinda half concerned about the whole issue the car blew up. It went into a huge fiery ball that she happened to walk right out of. The next thing you know the mother and I are watching the two sit with their ash covered backs to us among freshly fallen snow. Things just got crazier from there. I was transported back to my grandfather’s house where I watched the mother and father sit in the snow on two huge rocks. I gathered blankets to bring to them but when I got out there it wasn’t them at all it was two little dogs, one grey and one black. They were chained to the rocks and viciously barking at me. As I turned to go away I noticed a third dog that had died in the fire, a cocker spaniel. The child they left in the car to die had actually turned into a dog and it was the dog that died in the fire. It appeared that a fire ball got him and burned him right in place, right in mid flight position. He looked like a charred statue. Then there were all these pictures of dead bear cubs laying around it, all smeared with dirty snow and ash. Some had drowned and others were simply limp but you couldn’t tell how they died. There was one cut per photo, never two dead cubs or more, just one per photo. There is only one where the cubs head was under water and you couldn’t see anything but his body. The rest you could see the entire dead boy. That was dream number one. (No, I didn’t eat anything spicy before I went to bed.)
Dream number two:
A half Spanish half Asian woman wanted to be set free for a crime she said she committed because she had allergies. She said she should have been told she had allergies and maybe the crime wouldn’t have been committed because she could have gotten on Claritin to prevent it. Long story short, there was a drawn out court case with a Chinese rouge judge. It seems that the judge knew the defendant personally and failed to bring up that that the defendant was Deaf leaving room for a mistrial. The other half of the court session was in Chinese Sign Language. I had to translate for everyone (as if I know CSL or something).
Needless to say I didn’t get much sleep last night. I got up 3 times and stayed up around 6am. Although the dream about Spanish-Asian woman seems odd something about it stands out to me. She wanted to find any old excuse for her actions and she didn’t want to be responsible but wanted to blame everything on someone else’s failings.
The family that left their baby in the car to die because they cared more about their belongings than their child, well, all I can say about that is …well, actually, I don’t have anything at all to say about that.
It’s lunch time.
Austin
What Kinda Dream Was That?
Tuesday, November 28, 2006-11:58AM EST
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