i'll preface this one: this dream involves my mother and my step-nephew (on my father's side) shawn, whom i haven't seen in several years. in the dream shawn is a little kid. he's probably 30 or so today.
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i am supposed to be driving my nephew shawn home to newnan. my car is sort of like a little convertible sport car, about the size of an mg, only the top is missing and it's all banged up. we are leaving lafayette, alabama; on the outskirts, when i notice i need gas. i pull into the next available station. my mom is working there. she is her current age in waking life, 86, and is working at this run-down grease-pit of a gas station by herself. i'm not surprised by any of this yet i think to myself "what kind of employer leaves an old lady like my mother here by herself with who knows how many neer-do-wells coming and going"? as if in answer to my unasked question my mom says, "there was a man here earlier who had a length of twine. i asked him what it was for and he just went like this." here she makes a fist with both hands holding the imaginary piece of twine and she quickly pulls her fists apart in a menacing gesture like someone about to strangle another person. "i went inside and locked the door", she added.
i decided i needed to find this employer and tell them about the incident. at this time i begin to take in the look of the station. at some point in it's existence it looked to have been used as an auto repair shop. there were a couple of dingy bay doors with cloudy windows. car parts were strewn about outside. shawn said something to me, i know not what, and i looked down in a wooden box that was lying on the asphalt lot. i was looking for something, i think in reference to what shawn had said. i saw in the box a box cutter lying on top of a key. i moved the cutter to the side and realized the key was "hidden" and was the key to the station.
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everything in this dream had a monochrome quality. while it wasn't a bad dream, it did leave an impression.
Could be worse...could be a spider
12 years ago
3 comments:
Jeez. There's no telling what dreams mean sometimes. But I'd sure call and check on your mom. Just to be safe.
And everything in my Real Life is monochrome. Weird.
well then...ring her up!
perhaps it comes from a desire to participate in a thompsonesque adventure, yet the image of your mom is reminding you that it probably wouldn't be too good of an idea, since those type of things usually end in jail time... or unplanned kids...
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