Jul 14, 2007 03:46
I was chatting with Bethany and another girl, but kept falling asleep. Long gaps in our conversations appeared as my eyes opened and closed. i remember it was Winter, because at some point Bethany said she wished it would snow, while at the same time I was typing what a perfect new snowfall I was enjoying.
Later she told me she was driving by my apartment, and to look out the window as she'd be standing up in the car waving, but I'd fallen asleep and couldn't wrap my mind around when she had written it. Eventually I took my computer [not a laptop] into the parking lot of my building and started using it from the passenger seat of my car. As if to remind myself what a bad driver I was, I knocked the car into gear and started rolling around the parking lot, narrowly missing other cars until I managed to regain control just in time to steer it perfectly into a spot, like I had meant to all the time.
The scene shifted, appropriately, to my riding a city bus. i was on a vaguely familiar route, unsure where to get off as it headed into the suburbs. I recognized a familiar street a block away and asked a scholarly, bearded gentlemen if our course would take us there, who explained it would, and at some point it would go 20-30 miles without a stop, but by then there would be hardly any passengers and the bus was still full. Reassured that at least I would be able to find my way back, I looked out the window as we approached the place I planned to get off, and noticed a short dirt road leading uphill slightly to a library, and kicked myself for not getting off there, knowing I would not mind any kind of wait, but the distance between the building and the stop might make that difficult too. These are the kinds of calculations I used to make all the time riding these things.
I got off the bus, and found myself in some kind of classroom. Basked in the academic environment, I sat at a desk listening to someone speak intelligently. I even followed the professor as he excused himself down a couple hallways and retrieved another teacher to speak. I paused and pretended to tie my shoe as they doubled back, even though I wasn't made to feel unwelcome. I recall saying some things that made an impression, first displaying a detailed knowledge of oil pipelines and other geographical nicities of the Middle East, and then throwing in a completely atypical comment about using our Navy and troops in Iraq to invade Saudi Arabia, take all their oil to pay for this stupid war, and get the hell out.
The scene shifted, again perhaps appropriately, to an encounter with a tortured psychopath. I cast him as the adult son I'd never met of a handyman friend of mine. This was a long drawn out affair that involved my attempts to reach him on a human level, all the while knowing without his awareness his true nature, and that he was planning to kill me. That pretense ended at some point, with my telling him his father was sleeping in a nearby RV, hoping that his presence would stifle his plans, but not really being sure. He actually was there as I'd seen him earlier, but when the time came to show this killer I couldn't locate him right away. I ended up blocking his exit from this RV after the police had been called holding a kitchen knife in both my hands, as he threatened to kill himself by running straight into it. I believed he was about to at any second and braced myself, but he only made a few token attempts. When a SWAT team arrived with pointed rifles, I shouted "Knife! Knife!" as I saw he was holding his like a gun, hoping the police would shoot him as they stormed the doorway.
All ending well, I sat on my bus for the return trip. I had some weird moments with the driver who tried to change my $100 bill with term papers, LOL, but after that was straightened out I sat back and relaxed, unfolding a sun dress I had purchased at some point! I made a comment to the woman sitting next to me that it seemed plainly cut, but she explained to me that the colors and pattern had a significance, that they were meant for a girl who "would collect junk but know how to fix it". With renewed appreciation of its vibrant colors, it seemed like both a prize and a confirmation of a destiny.
At that point, I was woken by the sound of a lone coyote howling very near my yard, which was followed by the barking and then sympathetic howling of my dogs.
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