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I had a dream last night...and sometimes, they are more than dreams. I will wake up with a feeling that there was something more to it abd that i need to pay attention.
I was in the neighborhood i grew up in, the one my mom's parents lived in. And i had a backpack on and was wandering around waiting for the bus to show up to take me to school. I had my dog in my arms. I never saw her face, but i can still feel her fur on my skin....
I'm wandering around telling myself it's okay, i still have plenty of time before the bus shows up to take cujo back to the house and lock her up in my room. The bus comes at 730. I head down this one part of the neighborhood that dead ends a ways off and i decide, nah, i should maybe turn around, not waste my time. I look down at my watch and it's 740. I look down the street and see the bus pulling in. I haul ass to the bus stop and tell the parent/pe teacher(don't ask) who is standing there that i need to drop my dog off at my house and to hold the bus. She sweetly tells me something along the lines of no can do. So i run back to my house, thinking if i just put cujo inside, someone else can lock her up in my room(i can't put her in the back yard cuz the fence is busted and she'll run off, with no collar). But i have to unlock and then relock the door, do i have time for that? I might be able to run to the other stop and just maybe barely catch the bus.
I don't know if i made it or not, i woke up before i could get to the door.
What is the point of this? If i don't let go of things from my past, i will "miss the bus." There is more to it, more i am supposed to hear, i just haven't figured it out yet.
Though why the parent/teacher was a chubby angie harmon i do not know.
I was in the neighborhood i grew up in, the one my mom's parents lived in. And i had a backpack on and was wandering around waiting for the bus to show up to take me to school. I had my dog in my arms. I never saw her face, but i can still feel her fur on my skin....
I'm wandering around telling myself it's okay, i still have plenty of time before the bus shows up to take cujo back to the house and lock her up in my room. The bus comes at 730. I head down this one part of the neighborhood that dead ends a ways off and i decide, nah, i should maybe turn around, not waste my time. I look down at my watch and it's 740. I look down the street and see the bus pulling in. I haul ass to the bus stop and tell the parent/pe teacher(don't ask) who is standing there that i need to drop my dog off at my house and to hold the bus. She sweetly tells me something along the lines of no can do. So i run back to my house, thinking if i just put cujo inside, someone else can lock her up in my room(i can't put her in the back yard cuz the fence is busted and she'll run off, with no collar). But i have to unlock and then relock the door, do i have time for that? I might be able to run to the other stop and just maybe barely catch the bus.
I don't know if i made it or not, i woke up before i could get to the door.
What is the point of this? If i don't let go of things from my past, i will "miss the bus." There is more to it, more i am supposed to hear, i just haven't figured it out yet.
Though why the parent/teacher was a chubby angie harmon i do not know.