The Dock

Nov 03, 2012 08:35

In my dream last night, I was out in the wilderness and I had to walk out on this very, very long dock to collect some water from the icy lake. There were boards missing here and there, so I'd have to jump sometimes, and it was very slippery. Everyone once in a while, a board would tip to the left or the right and I would fall through the crack and up on solid ground beneath the dock. I'd then have to walk all the way back and start again. This really angered me because there was this old man back at the shore who would always see me, and for whatever reason he would try to come over and kiss me. It was terribly, terribly creepy.

I was on my 3rd attempt to get to my bucket filled up. This time, I was on my way back from the edge of the dock. I had made it!! But, my bucket was filled up all the way to the top and it was extremely heavy. I had come back as far as about 20 or 30 feet when the boards under me started tilting again. I lost my balance and struggled to find solid footing. In the struggle, though, I had dropped my bucket and it slid through the crack. I swore louder than I had ever shouted before and the echo repeated several times around the entire sky before it finally stopped.

I had decided to give up. This time, I tried to avoid the old man by sneaking along a trail toward a cabin where I knew some people from big band. When I got there, they asked me how Cabaret was coming along. I replied with, "I haven't started yet." They simply looked down and said, "Oh..." Then they tried to tell me about how Robert, the director, was arranging some stuff for them, too, but the dream got cut off by me waking up.

I'll never forget that loud, echoing scream of pure frustration.
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