No offense to either Ms. Winfrey or Mr. Hall.
Last night, I dreamed that there was a feral little boy living in a rotting house that I would visit. He would never talk, just crouch down and watch while I washed out tupperware that I found in dumpsters. They were full of sand. When anyone else showed up, he would duck into a back room with a speakeasy sliding peephole that he would look out of. You could also see his feet under the door.
So we’re having one of our usual visits. Then Oprah and Arsenio Hall show up. And the kid bolts for the back room. Only instead of the sliding thing, he is wrestling a plywood sheet over the door. I decide that we’re freaking him out (gee, ya think?) and I scoop up the containers and a pan I had found and start out the door. Behind me, Oprah and Arsenio both scream in alarm and I start running. Instead of an alley, it’s now the back corridor at work and I ducked into the D wing work room just to be out of sight. Just before I locked the door, I saw the kid run by, still holding the plywood, and that scared me so bad I woke up.
In that first few ‘gah!’ moments after waking up I came up with the panicked thought that maybe he had wanted the tupperware. I still haven’t figured out why that was scared me so badly in the dream.
In other news: Snow Day!
So we’re having one of our usual visits. Then Oprah and Arsenio Hall show up. And the kid bolts for the back room. Only instead of the sliding thing, he is wrestling a plywood sheet over the door. I decide that we’re freaking him out (gee, ya think?) and I scoop up the containers and a pan I had found and start out the door. Behind me, Oprah and Arsenio both scream in alarm and I start running. Instead of an alley, it’s now the back corridor at work and I ducked into the D wing work room just to be out of sight. Just before I locked the door, I saw the kid run by, still holding the plywood, and that scared me so bad I woke up.
In that first few ‘gah!’ moments after waking up I came up with the panicked thought that maybe he had wanted the tupperware. I still haven’t figured out why that was scared me so badly in the dream.
In other news: Snow Day!