Skull dream
On the blacktop at my Jr. High, moving from the fields towards the buildings. Masses of people, as though we'd gathered the whole school and more (graduation?) on the fields, and now are returning to the buildings. Crunching under some people's feet, and white bits on the black top. Look at first like bits of chalk rock, but a couple are distinctly teeth. I realize two guys near me are joking and laughing about collecting the teeth, and I see almost immediately thereafter the bottom half of a broken skull - all the way around, but only from about the nose-hole down, including the upper jaw, and missing some teeth.
Realizing that the crunchies all over the black top might be very small pieces of a human child's skeleton, I tell the guys to put the teeth down and that one of us should call 911. They kind of scoff, but do it anyway, and say slightly sarcastically "Oh, yeah, I'll get right on it." I realize they probably won't report it helpfully at all, and don't care, so I tell them to nevermind, 'cause I'll have time before they will, and then proceed to ponder whether 911 is the number I should call, or if I should go online and report via a web form...
Analysis: May related to the Skull DLP found last night in my Soul Retrieval - specifically, it may place the time of loss in Jr. High, or else in something like 3rd grade when I had soccer practice out on those fields. I'll elaborate later when I have time to transcribe the notes.
References to something LWood said, and to an episode (or several) of CSI, and to my experiences reporting my car break-in. (Hmm, never did report the second one... 'course they didn't take anything as far as I can tell...)
--Ember--
Realizing that the crunchies all over the black top might be very small pieces of a human child's skeleton, I tell the guys to put the teeth down and that one of us should call 911. They kind of scoff, but do it anyway, and say slightly sarcastically "Oh, yeah, I'll get right on it." I realize they probably won't report it helpfully at all, and don't care, so I tell them to nevermind, 'cause I'll have time before they will, and then proceed to ponder whether 911 is the number I should call, or if I should go online and report via a web form...
Analysis: May related to the Skull DLP found last night in my Soul Retrieval - specifically, it may place the time of loss in Jr. High, or else in something like 3rd grade when I had soccer practice out on those fields. I'll elaborate later when I have time to transcribe the notes.
References to something LWood said, and to an episode (or several) of CSI, and to my experiences reporting my car break-in. (Hmm, never did report the second one... 'course they didn't take anything as far as I can tell...)
--Ember--