I am the keeper of many weird dreams. They play sometimes through my head at night while I sleep, causing me to toss and turn and wake up unrested. Last night was one of those nights. I don't know what I believe about meanings in dreams, and while, as a teenager, I had some books to help deciepher meanings, I never fully invested in the concept...but I do have the ones that, once I wake up, are as vivid as reality. Those stick with me throughout the day, so in an attempt to sort through it, I'm going to post it:
We lived downstairs in a duplex. Jose. Me. The kids. And I'm not even sure duplex is the right word. I believe we resided in the basement. It was a big basement. And I don't recall a kitchen or bedrooms...just a large room where we were. With lots of couches. And lots of people. We were having a party-type thing. And there was a concert. I was sitting in the corner of this basement place talking to a friend, Jamie. My kids were running around and Jose was somewhere, but I just remember talking to Jamie.
Then, I was upstairs. In the dream, our upstairs neighbors were an old coworker, Delia, and her family and friends. I'm not sure exactly who all lived there, but I know Delia did. I had to go upstairs because their apartment had been broken into. They had just returned home to find everything trashed. I only went into the first room, the kitchen, but could see the disarray and damage. And my heart dropped. I started asking the questions: how'd this happen? is anything missing? who woulda done this?
So, I went back upstairs. Maybe I had some sort of insight or thought or question for them. I don't know. When I got there, I saw that Delia's husband had been trying to fix the lock. Once they let me in, I talked to them or whatever I had intended to do, then I went to leave. And I remember them all painting, the walls.
They were painting a bright white and the room was basically empty aside from the counters and the appliances, drop clothes and people on ladders. And lots of bright white paint.
As I was standing in the kitchen about to walk through the door, it opened, and there stood a kid I had never seen before. Scrawny. Dark skin, but not African American. Possibly Middle Eastern or Latino. A nerdy kid, like a future star of "Big Bang Theory" and he was just opening the door like he belonged there. I tackled him. In the dream, I knew he didn't belong. He wasn't someone that was related to Delia or that would be visiting Delia. So, I rushed him.
In the dream, they had the door to their apartment, and a landing. Off the landing was the stairs to the basement, where the party continued, and a front door. When I went after this kid, it wasn't an exact understanding of what was happening, but more like a blur, as if it happened in real life. I wrestled him to the floor in the landing, but then, somehow we were outside on the sidewalk. And I had him facedown with his arms pinned behind him. And Delia and everyone came out, assuming they heard the noise. And this female cop showed up.
The police officer never let me fully explain what happened, but she pulled me off this kid and dusted the dirt and gravel off of him. She never cared to hear my explaination, but sent me into the apartment with Delia and her family. I don't know if she cuffed him and put him into a car or if she just let him walk away, but we went inside and sat. I remember walking through Delia's apartment, amazed at how quickly the had cleaned and made it look like a home again. We went to the back of the apartment, where the living room was. There was a wraparound white couch and nothing else. We sat. And sat. And waited. Idle chit chat and nervous discussion was the only thing in the room, aside from the people and the bright white couch. We sat and waited more. Eventually, I asked about the lock, so we all went to the kitchen door to see why it was not doing its job.
As we looked, we could see the obvious flaw and I remember thinking, why don't you install a deadbolt or something else to stop intruders? But I never said it. The police officer never came back in, that I can remember, but I returned to my basement home.
Only it was empty. There were no people lounging on sofas. There were no sofas. My friends, Jamie, Jose and the kids were all gone. There was no evidence of a party or a concert. And the dark atmosphere was gone. Instead, my home was now a stark white office type space. A large room with white walls, florescent lighting and white tiled floors.
As I looked around, I saw a desk. A receptionist type desk in the middle of the room and a small, little man sitting there. He wore a white lab coat and had white hair and a white beard. I walked over and sat across from him. We said nothing, but I continued to look around in confusion. Then, I saw something out of the corner of my eye.
Next to the large room we were in, extended a smaller room. An equally white and stark room. And in this room, I saw a rodent. A large rodent, come from the wall. I was unable to see the wall, but saw this creature, who was the size of a large cat, and was this greenish or bluish color, come out from the wall.
I musta made a noise or pointed or something, because soon, the "doctor" and I were standing in this room above the rodent. And I didn't say anything, but motioned that this creature had come from the vent in the wall. The vent was like a heating vent, but resembled a cheese grater. The doctor responded, but never spoke aloud. It was almost like we were communicating without spoken words. He told me there was no way this large creature could have come out of that vent. I insisted and he continued to reply that it was not possible. While we disputed, without speaking, the rodent returned through the vent, all sci-fi-ish. His body separated into these tiny slivers that allowed him to pass through the vent, and on the other side, it reassembled. I swear the creature gave me a smug look before scampering away, and I turned to look at the doctor....
Then I woke up. Thoughts? The color white was quite reoccurring, which I have no clue of the meaning. The major events that stuck with me was the conversation with Jamie, the intense discussion between Jose and Jamie, the broken lock on the door, the physical tackle and wrestling with the boy trying to enter the apartment, and the doctor/rodent interraction. Maybe I just had indigestion.
1 comment:
That is one heck of a dream. I wish i could remember my dreams that well. You should write story books the way you told that dream in such detail. LOL
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