Daily Archive for September 22nd, 2007

The rain was barely noticeable with the force of the wind overshadowing each drop. The shutters shook and the house nearly lost its roof. All night it rained. At sun up I went to check for damage and saw none but what I did see was curious and strange. That’s how it would start off if I were writing a book but this was a dream, a strange and curious dream.

In the dream after the hard rain I went to check for damage but what I saw was every door in the house open and unlocked. I went to check the other buildings on the grounds. The doors to them all stood open, even the garage door had been blown open. I moved through the living room and out the front door which lead to a small porch with yet another door you had to go through to get to the outside. In all there were three doors you had to exit to get outside. I was on my way to the green house and rock garden to close the doors when I noticed that I needed to lock the guest house doors as well. Twelve doors in all needed to be locked but I was getting physically tired so I stopped at nine. Just as a I stopped two people walked up to me saying they were from a Jewish Charity Center looking for people who would participate in an art project they had. I walked with them back up to the main house discussing their business opportunity. The young boy that accompanied the middle age lady was quite, shy almost. He didn’t say anything at all. He let the lady talk. I noticed his shyness right off but didn’t comment on it. The walk back to the main house was a long one so we stopped at the small guest house to rest where we saw Cappy Crunch and a small stray dog waiting for us on the bed. After a short rest we walked back to the main house where we saw two Mormon’s who turned into Jehovah’s Witnesses waiting for me at my door. I told the Jewish people they’d have to go because I really wanted to get a few Watchtowers. They seemed rather irritated about it but said they could wait until the Witnesses left and then we’d talk more about their business deal. I woke up.

Picking back up pretty much where I left off I found myself back in the house with the doors locked but I smelled fire. I went to investigate and saw my plants on fire at the front door. I tried to put them out with baking soda but they just blew up. I left the mess on the floor because I was so tired. I went to take a nap on the sofa but before I saw Captain sitting in my Lazy Boy eating a bowl of cereal with one paw/hand and digging into a jar of pecans and almonds with the other. He also had a PayDay candy bar the size of a brick that he was munching on. I asked him what the heck he was doing and he said he just wanted a snack. I scolded him saying that he was eating a rather expensive snack. You don’t break out a huge bucket size jar of almonds and pecans and eat them like they’re saltine crackers. I was upset because he chose the expensive items to munch on. He apologized and said all we had was dog food in the house and he was tired of that. With much attitude I told him to make a peanut butter sandwich or get a job. He stormed off and made a sandwich. I woke up to the phone ringing. How fitting for it to be my therapists office calling me. This was one wacky dream.

Hard Rain Dream Therapy
Saturday, September 22, 2007-12:39 midnight EST