Hints, Allegations, and Things Left Unsaid
Last night I dreamt, or at least I remembered what I dreamt. I was at my grandmother's house and all of us were there. I was standing beside the organ and in front of the tv. Third was on my left and his brother was on his left. We were all standing there leaning on the tv, which is pretty much illegal in that house. Especially because I had my foot propped up behind me on the screen. Lindsay was on the floor in front of us, sitting on her hip. She kept looking up at us and laughing. I couldn't figure out why until I started listening to the conversation. My grandfather was saying something that sounded really senile, yet everyone else was taking him seriously except me, Third, and Lindsay.
Linday was wearing really strange clothing. It was an outfit that my mother wore in one of her school pictures when she was teaching at Buchanan. She had on these ugly, black, straight-legged pants, a dark jade turtleneck, and a vest with shades of purple, goldenrod, and jade all over the front, but a plain black back. Her hair was considerably shorter...kind of like she was in second grade, yet I knew this was to signify that she was an adult...maybe even 30. Third had on these ridiculous glasses that took up half his face. I remember them from when he was young. His hair was spikey like it was in 3rd or 4th grade, right around the same time he wore those silly glasses. His brother was the same...spikey nerd that Third was, just that he was in 7th or 8th grade (which makes their relative ages right). I am not sure how old I was suppose to be, so I can't tell if I was the correct relative age from Lindsay. I never saw myself, but I knew I had bangs and a ponytail. Like I did when I was a kid.
Well, we were all standing there listening to the senile adults and watching Lindsay turn around and laugh with us. Third kept whispering funny things in my ear and I kept laughing. I could feel myself begin to gain consciousness in my dream. I turned to Third and started asking him all kinds of bizarre questions that are better left unanswered. Lindsay looked at me and she wanted to hear. I stopped asking and kicked Lindsay so everything would feel normal. (sorry sis) Soon after we were laughing at Third's comments again. Things were fun again.
Mike woke me up to say goodbye and teleported me out of the dream world. It was only a short break, so I tried to get back into the dream. I was so close, I could see Third, grandpa, and Lindsay. Yet it was like looking into the depths of a pond during a rainstorm. I managed to see Third's white stripped shirt. I grabbed his shoulders and screamed, "Help me! I don't want to leave!" He looked at me like a scared child and eventually faded. Lindsay sat on her hip in the black of my mind looking over her shoulder at me.