Saturday, April 11, 2009

From One Dream to Another

She told the three of us, "I wouldn't believe one word the three of you said. You do not strike me as the kind of people who would have a clue about burrowing in hard, digging deep, or have what it takes to really want to find the answer."

I sat across from her and listened to this. On either side of me were two fellows I did not recognize but I guess I probably should have. They looked familiar but for some reason I was drawing a blank about their identities. I looked from one to the other. Their blank faces told the truth of what the woman had said. We were all indeed clueless. I know I was. Her words made no sense to me. What were we supposed to be seeking that she was sure we did not have what it took to find? Who were these clowns on either side of me? And where the Hell was I?

I re-focused on the woman across the broad table from me. I tried to identify her, pin down a description to hopefully get a grip on who the Hell she was and why I was sitting across a scarred table from her. Her face was one moment a tranquil and pleasant face. I would blink or look away for a second and when I returned to confront her, her mug would be twisted in anger or be the bloated jolly face of a laughing fat woman. Sometimes blond, sometimes brunette. Each time I looked away and then looked back, it was a different face speaking the same words in the same tone. And still the three of us sat mute and hopelessly vacant of any clue.

At some point in this odd stand off, a window opened. A cool wet blast of air moved through the room. I shivered. I woke up. Fernando el Magnifico's furry face was two inches from mine. "Dude, it's five o'clock. I want you to play with me." Clamped between his jaws was one of the many plastic rings we took off of milk bottles. I closed my eyes trying to regain the dream that had caught my imagination. Another wet blast came through as Fernando again rubbed his cold wet nose across my cheek.

"Damn cat. Okay, okay. Gimme that ring." Fernando let go as I grabbed it. I tossed it as far as I could from my prone position. Fernando chased. I sat up and rubbed the left over sleep from my eyes. Fernando found the ring, picked it up and trotted back so I could toss it again. Another day on the planet begins.

Keep it 'Tween the Ditches................

(444 / 5763)


Gary ("Old Dude") said...

I can say nothing regarding the possible meaning of the dream you have described----obviously a subconscious dealing with some level of guilt about something done or not done---but what IS interesting is , you have a cat named Fernando-----that plays "fetch". How Novel!!

Demeur said...

I too have these reoccuring dreams. A quest either on a bus or car or on foot with people that seem familar but I just can't place them. For some reason I know I must leave them in order to get to where I'm going but I never quite make that final destination before the sun rises.
And as I sit typing this and peer to the floor next to me I spy a red plastic milk ring right where Missy left it.
You think Rod Serling might have fun with this?

Randal Graves said...

Kids, say no to drugs, unless you have a blog.

BBC said...

Yes, from dream to the another.

I don't put much stock in what my brain is doing when it is free to play with itself without me controlling it.

Sometimes even when wide awake I like to set it free to play, it's very interesting.

I think that I've only had one powerful and meaningful dream in my life and it resulted in my moving here.

But my dream this morning just before waking was interesting. Did you know that Reba has really nice nipples?

I love her music also.

Middle Ditch said...

Just be glad it was a ring he brought you and not something caught in the garden.

Mine did this to my daughter in the middle of the night. She screamed the place down. All lights were turned on. Cat ran away and the (still) life mouse disappeared under the bed. Search ensued. Another cat came curious as to what the heck was going on. He caught the mouse, more screams. He also dropped the mouse who scuttled quickly under a wardrobe and another search ensued. She, in the end, slept on the couch.

Happy Easter!