God Is An Angry Dog?
Ok, I had a dream last night. I don' t know if I should really call it freaky, weird, or just terrifying.
So, I was driving down a road that I'm assuming was supposed to be one of the interstates that criss-cross through this area. A cop gets himself right up behind me and starts to flash his lights, so I start to pull over. He follows me off onto the shoulder, and stops almost right behind me. Then he just turns his lights off, and heads back out onto the road like I wasn't even there. I pulled back out onto the road, completely freaked out, and watch him do the same dam thing to like 4 other people.
That's when things started to change. I was still on the road, only I wasn't driving. Aparently on this road, there's intentionally what I can only describe as a grass lane to the right of the shoulder. That's right. Grass lane. As in a lane of grass instead of asphalt. Apparently it's supposed to be used for people who don't have cars. But instead of it being a sidewalk that people can just walk on, it was grass, and you're supposed to crawl. So, I'm crawling along the side of the highway, somehow juggling carrying a backpack, following a GPS, listening to my iPod, and reading a book in the process. Apparently I missed my exit, cuz the cop (a different one, I think) who had been crawling next to me started to cry (apparently he was crying cuz he missed his exit, which somehow meant that I missed mine?). I know, my dreams are weird. It gets better.
So, I take the next exit and end up in what has to be the poorest neighborhood I've ever been in...in real life or in dreamland. I felt kinda bad sitting there in my clothes with no holes, with my iPod and GPS and shit wandering around in what looked like the Hispanic version of Slumdog Millionaire, until I realized that aside from the clothes I was wearing, I had absolutely nothing anymore. Except for two little kids who were suddenly with me and my responsibility? Where did that come from? They couldn't have been more than like 10 years old...black kids, a boy and a girl. Of course, dream me didn't question this at all. We just wandered into the first place we could find that had food, which happened to be some kind of taco stand/restaurant thing. Apparently the little girl had to pee. So, we asked for the restroom, and they showed us around back to a rickety old bathroom stall sitting in the middle of a barn. By the time we were all done doing what we had to do, the people who owned the restaurant realized that we weren't from around there and that we were completely broke. The older woman (older being like 25) tried to throw us out, but the younger guy (younger being like 19) insisted that they help us. She agreed pretty readily, and decided that helping us meant giving us directions back to campus (apparently we were still close enough to my school to think in terms of getting back to campus, idk) and when that didn't work, taking us to their house until we could figure out how to get home.
That house was what really freaked me out. From the outside it looked like this little tiny shack, but inside it was structure exactly like my parents' house, only decorated all stereotypically-Hispanic-y, cuz, ya know, that's where we were. So, the woman sends the two little kids I had with me upstairs to play or something, and leaves me in the living room by myself. This gorgeous Golden Retreiver walks in, and just starts nuzzling my leg and pawing at me. So, I start to pet him (somehow I just KNEW it was a him), and he's just the sweetest dog you've ever met. He starts whining and like curls up against me on the couch, and I just break down. Being lost, having no idea where I am or how to get back to wherever it is I'm supposed to be, the pressure of taking care of those kids (who I still don't even know, remember), and god only knows what else just hits me like a ton of bricks and I just completely break down, and this dog is there, just letting me curl into him and trying to make me feel better. Out of nowhere he goes "It's gonna be ok". Yup. He spoke. Like not bad TV dog spoke with his mouth open and his lips and teeth doing weird shit, just a voice that I somehow knew came from him. For some reason Aslan is coming to mind as I'm trying to describe this. It didn't seem weird to me at all that the dog was acting like this, or that he was apparently talking, it just made me feel ten times better.
Through what I can only describe as movie magic, I'm suddenly not on the couch with the dog anymore, but in the kitchen with the woman. I don't think this was as much my dream changing as it was like a movie cutting between scenes. So, I'm in the kitchen talking to this woman, and I'm suddenly aware of the dog going upstairs with the kids, and some man (who just happens to be my IRL father) walks through the front door, which, again, I don't think is strange in the least. I look back to the woman, and she's my IRL mother. But yeah, Apparently this is just the way it was supposed to be. So,' Dad' just kinda chills on the couch that I'd been on with the dog earlier, and Mom and I are in the kitchen making (of all things) Christmas shaped sugar cookies. Which we haven't done since I was 6. So, even though it's my parents in my parents' house, they're still the same two people from that restaurant, and those two kids are still upstairs. Whatever.
All of a sudden, a cat (who I apparenlty knew was in the house even though I'd never seen it and no one had ever mentioned it) that was pretty much the same color as the dog, bolted downstairs, through the kitchen, and into the sunroom. 'Mom' just rolls her eyes and goes "And it's about to start. The cat hates when he does this", and the screaming starts. It's the dog. I know it's the dog. It's the same voice he'd used to comfort me earlier. Only now it's screaming. Not painful screaming. Angry screaming. Like he was just RAGING at something. Loud enough for the house to feel like we were in a freaking earthquake. II couldn't make out words, but I could hear the anger and the hate in the voice, and it terrified me. I have no idea what was going on with those poor kids at this point. I just wasn't thinking about them anymore. 'Dad' and 'Mom' are just acting like this is nothing, the cat is cowering in the other room, looking extremely annoyed, and I'm left literally scared stiff in the kitchen. Just as some kind of yellow light bursts out from upstairs (where I'm assuming the dog, still screaming, is), 'Mom' starts asking me questions. She keeps referring to the little girl I had brought with me, calling her by my IRL sister's name. The only question I remember is: 'If you could be Morgan Freeman, what would you do?" Of course, my dream self automatically understood that by Morgan Freeman, she meant God. And my answer, without a moment of hesitation, while the dog is still rattling the house with his anger, is "Well, I used to think it would be to stop wars or fix poverty, or something big like that, but right now I just want to take families like this one and give them everything that they need. Everything that they don't have. The people who live in this house have nothing, and they deserve to have everything." That's where I woke up with the dog's screaming still in my head.
I have no idea what any of that means, all I know is that I'm really freaked out. Needless to say this dream is gonna haunt me for a long time.
So, I was driving down a road that I'm assuming was supposed to be one of the interstates that criss-cross through this area. A cop gets himself right up behind me and starts to flash his lights, so I start to pull over. He follows me off onto the shoulder, and stops almost right behind me. Then he just turns his lights off, and heads back out onto the road like I wasn't even there. I pulled back out onto the road, completely freaked out, and watch him do the same dam thing to like 4 other people.
That's when things started to change. I was still on the road, only I wasn't driving. Aparently on this road, there's intentionally what I can only describe as a grass lane to the right of the shoulder. That's right. Grass lane. As in a lane of grass instead of asphalt. Apparently it's supposed to be used for people who don't have cars. But instead of it being a sidewalk that people can just walk on, it was grass, and you're supposed to crawl. So, I'm crawling along the side of the highway, somehow juggling carrying a backpack, following a GPS, listening to my iPod, and reading a book in the process. Apparently I missed my exit, cuz the cop (a different one, I think) who had been crawling next to me started to cry (apparently he was crying cuz he missed his exit, which somehow meant that I missed mine?). I know, my dreams are weird. It gets better.
So, I take the next exit and end up in what has to be the poorest neighborhood I've ever been in...in real life or in dreamland. I felt kinda bad sitting there in my clothes with no holes, with my iPod and GPS and shit wandering around in what looked like the Hispanic version of Slumdog Millionaire, until I realized that aside from the clothes I was wearing, I had absolutely nothing anymore. Except for two little kids who were suddenly with me and my responsibility? Where did that come from? They couldn't have been more than like 10 years old...black kids, a boy and a girl. Of course, dream me didn't question this at all. We just wandered into the first place we could find that had food, which happened to be some kind of taco stand/restaurant thing. Apparently the little girl had to pee. So, we asked for the restroom, and they showed us around back to a rickety old bathroom stall sitting in the middle of a barn. By the time we were all done doing what we had to do, the people who owned the restaurant realized that we weren't from around there and that we were completely broke. The older woman (older being like 25) tried to throw us out, but the younger guy (younger being like 19) insisted that they help us. She agreed pretty readily, and decided that helping us meant giving us directions back to campus (apparently we were still close enough to my school to think in terms of getting back to campus, idk) and when that didn't work, taking us to their house until we could figure out how to get home.
That house was what really freaked me out. From the outside it looked like this little tiny shack, but inside it was structure exactly like my parents' house, only decorated all stereotypically-Hispanic-y, cuz, ya know, that's where we were. So, the woman sends the two little kids I had with me upstairs to play or something, and leaves me in the living room by myself. This gorgeous Golden Retreiver walks in, and just starts nuzzling my leg and pawing at me. So, I start to pet him (somehow I just KNEW it was a him), and he's just the sweetest dog you've ever met. He starts whining and like curls up against me on the couch, and I just break down. Being lost, having no idea where I am or how to get back to wherever it is I'm supposed to be, the pressure of taking care of those kids (who I still don't even know, remember), and god only knows what else just hits me like a ton of bricks and I just completely break down, and this dog is there, just letting me curl into him and trying to make me feel better. Out of nowhere he goes "It's gonna be ok". Yup. He spoke. Like not bad TV dog spoke with his mouth open and his lips and teeth doing weird shit, just a voice that I somehow knew came from him. For some reason Aslan is coming to mind as I'm trying to describe this. It didn't seem weird to me at all that the dog was acting like this, or that he was apparently talking, it just made me feel ten times better.
Through what I can only describe as movie magic, I'm suddenly not on the couch with the dog anymore, but in the kitchen with the woman. I don't think this was as much my dream changing as it was like a movie cutting between scenes. So, I'm in the kitchen talking to this woman, and I'm suddenly aware of the dog going upstairs with the kids, and some man (who just happens to be my IRL father) walks through the front door, which, again, I don't think is strange in the least. I look back to the woman, and she's my IRL mother. But yeah, Apparently this is just the way it was supposed to be. So,' Dad' just kinda chills on the couch that I'd been on with the dog earlier, and Mom and I are in the kitchen making (of all things) Christmas shaped sugar cookies. Which we haven't done since I was 6. So, even though it's my parents in my parents' house, they're still the same two people from that restaurant, and those two kids are still upstairs. Whatever.
All of a sudden, a cat (who I apparenlty knew was in the house even though I'd never seen it and no one had ever mentioned it) that was pretty much the same color as the dog, bolted downstairs, through the kitchen, and into the sunroom. 'Mom' just rolls her eyes and goes "And it's about to start. The cat hates when he does this", and the screaming starts. It's the dog. I know it's the dog. It's the same voice he'd used to comfort me earlier. Only now it's screaming. Not painful screaming. Angry screaming. Like he was just RAGING at something. Loud enough for the house to feel like we were in a freaking earthquake. II couldn't make out words, but I could hear the anger and the hate in the voice, and it terrified me. I have no idea what was going on with those poor kids at this point. I just wasn't thinking about them anymore. 'Dad' and 'Mom' are just acting like this is nothing, the cat is cowering in the other room, looking extremely annoyed, and I'm left literally scared stiff in the kitchen. Just as some kind of yellow light bursts out from upstairs (where I'm assuming the dog, still screaming, is), 'Mom' starts asking me questions. She keeps referring to the little girl I had brought with me, calling her by my IRL sister's name. The only question I remember is: 'If you could be Morgan Freeman, what would you do?" Of course, my dream self automatically understood that by Morgan Freeman, she meant God. And my answer, without a moment of hesitation, while the dog is still rattling the house with his anger, is "Well, I used to think it would be to stop wars or fix poverty, or something big like that, but right now I just want to take families like this one and give them everything that they need. Everything that they don't have. The people who live in this house have nothing, and they deserve to have everything." That's where I woke up with the dog's screaming still in my head.
I have no idea what any of that means, all I know is that I'm really freaked out. Needless to say this dream is gonna haunt me for a long time.