A dream I had
I just woke up with my eye smashed against my pillow and my heavy literature book constricting my airways.
In the dream I was walking to Caleb and Randall's house. It was one of those, "it's just over there, on the other side of those bushes" types of situations but for whatever reason I had missed a turn and was now walking between rows and rows of tiny white houses on stilts. They were on either side of me with a small pebble sidewalk that ran down the middle.
On every other stoop or so there were pairs of husky puppies, one was tan, the other black and they were playing with one another but would never leave their respective stoops. Eventually, I realized I was incredibly intoxicated and although I was wearing my glasses, had trouble seeing out of my right eye. I also became aware that I was carrying a bundle of white t-shirts wrapped around a pile of school books. Finally, there was a house that ended the path but rather than turning around I kept peering into the windows of the house.
Because the houses were all on stilts I could only see feet, but they belonged to two men who came after me when I tried to run back in the direction from which I had started. After trying to climb over something I dropped the books and when turning to look at the men my glasses came off and shattered on the ground. They were young, probably not much older than me and looked like they were from a stereotypical "I'm from Long Island" documentary which made me laugh, and made them more upset. They asked for my I.D. and after turning it over a few times agreed that it was indeed, me. Finally they asked me to have my friends come and pick me up but I couldn't hear them very well because of the loud classical music coming from one of the houses, and at this point the puppies had left their stoops and were trying to play with my things that had fallen on the ground.
And then I woke up.
In the dream I was walking to Caleb and Randall's house. It was one of those, "it's just over there, on the other side of those bushes" types of situations but for whatever reason I had missed a turn and was now walking between rows and rows of tiny white houses on stilts. They were on either side of me with a small pebble sidewalk that ran down the middle.
On every other stoop or so there were pairs of husky puppies, one was tan, the other black and they were playing with one another but would never leave their respective stoops. Eventually, I realized I was incredibly intoxicated and although I was wearing my glasses, had trouble seeing out of my right eye. I also became aware that I was carrying a bundle of white t-shirts wrapped around a pile of school books. Finally, there was a house that ended the path but rather than turning around I kept peering into the windows of the house.
Because the houses were all on stilts I could only see feet, but they belonged to two men who came after me when I tried to run back in the direction from which I had started. After trying to climb over something I dropped the books and when turning to look at the men my glasses came off and shattered on the ground. They were young, probably not much older than me and looked like they were from a stereotypical "I'm from Long Island" documentary which made me laugh, and made them more upset. They asked for my I.D. and after turning it over a few times agreed that it was indeed, me. Finally they asked me to have my friends come and pick me up but I couldn't hear them very well because of the loud classical music coming from one of the houses, and at this point the puppies had left their stoops and were trying to play with my things that had fallen on the ground.
And then I woke up.