101 - Picked up and put down.
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And I had yet another dream, it was the other
night I think. In this one, I see me sleeping in
little Lara's room as I often did back in those
days, so that Beth could get a bit better sleep
some nights. And in the dream, I see me awake
early as I usually did, to catch a few moments of
quiet solitude before anyone else rises and
another day boots up. Lara's still asleep, and me
sits up to get up. Me looks over to her little
dresser, with her ten little toy ponies all lined
up along the edge. Beside them all on the corner
of it, me sees an odd little box of painted blue
wood. And in my dream, me seems puzzled by that
thing, like where did that come from? I try to
shout out to me in my dream, that I know what that
is, that I know it means something, that it's
important. But me is not listening.
And I watch me go down the stairs, and make some
coffee. Me scoops the grounds, separates the
filter paper, pours the water, and all that. And
then me looks out the back door, and up to the
hillside above it. Me sees a dug hole there, and
seems confused, but now I'm confused too, seeing
me see this in my dream. That hole is new, I
started it myself just the other day. That's new,
that shouldn't be there, not back then, back in
the time of this dream with my family asleep
upstairs. That hole doesn't belong. It's like
the little box.
Then I actually wake up, and I have a strange
feeling. I go downstairs, and it's my turn for
electricity today, so I start making some coffee.
That's when I notice it. As I scoop the grounds,
separate the filter paper, pour the water and all
that, I realize I am re-tracing what I did in my
dream, moment by moment, movement by movement.
But I can't stop it. And I realize that something
is very, very wrong here.
I go to the sliding glass door and look up to the
hillside, and there's my hole where I left it
unfinished the other day. And then all of a
sudden, I feel this strange wrenching sensation. A
feeling like something huge has picked me up and
put me back down, and I don't like it. And then
there's this sense of something being taken from
me. Distant laughter. A very brief but very
intense headache. And then, I'm okay.
I go to the living room, which is somehow filled
with artificial christmas trees again, and I look
out the window to see that the playground has been
rebuilt. That kind of throws me off, because I
thought the playground was gone, torn down. But I
guess I wasn't paying attention, because I sure
don't some times. Nice that they rebuilt it so
quick. Or maybe it was always there, and I just
somehow forgot. Whatever, it's still really
early. I'll get up to speed soon.
Anyways, I'm not so sure yet what I'll get up to
when the sun rises. The dream and everything has
me feeling sort of mixed up right now, but I'll
get over it. But I know one thing for sure - it's
always a good day to go digging, so I think I'll
do that. Got a hole just out back that needs
finishing up.
THE BEGINNING.
