Yet Another Dream
I had a dream that my grandmother was taking care of Shane and I. During the time change she had set all of her clocks wrong, and they were somehow two hours behind the real time. They all said that it was 4 p.m., but it was actually 6 p.m. I was frustrated, because I was sure that I had helped her set them correctly.
I told her that they were wrong and what time it actually was, and she became angry at me because now she was late, and knowing that she was late made her anxious. I told her that I was going to take a shower, but she refused to let me because of how late it was. And so I yelled at her and put on a pair of gloves and told her that I was just going to go to my parents house and shower there.
I ran down the road on all fours like a dog, traveling much faster than I could have run on two legs - the gloves preventing me from hurting my hands on the pavement - but before long I realized I was lost. I ended up at what looked like the intersection of G Avenue and Riverview, but the closer I looked, the more I realized that the details were wrong. There were street names I didn't recognize, and they all veered off at odd angles.
For some reason at this point in the dream I had a raccoon with me, round and fat. I approached a house where there was a boy sitting on the porch. Right as I got close the raccoon jumped out of my arms and startled him. The raccoon ran into the house, and the boy and I gave Chase. The boy kept asking if the raccoon had rabies, and I kept assuring him that it did not. The raccoon ran into the basement, and then somehow slipped into a drainage grate in the floor, but I lifted it up and caught him.
On the way out of the basement, I noticed that there were photographs scattered about on the floor. I looked at them more closely, and I realized that they were of my family. I asked the boy if he knew who these people were and where they lived, because I just wanted to get home. He pointed to my father, and said that that was his father, but that he did not recognize any of the other people in the pictures.
As we came out of the house, my father was there too. The foundation of the house was surrounded by water, and he was digging a channel, supposedly to encourage the water to flow away. But as far as I could tell it was just allowing more water to flow in. We walked a ways out, and I remember turning around and seeing that Shane was on the porch of the house. I thought it was strange that he had managed to catch up to me so quickly.
It was clear that my dad didn't recognize me, even when I pointed myself out in the photographs. I asked him for details on where my mother was and where our old house was, but he said he did not remember. I asked him what had happened, and he told me a story about how one of our cats, Callie, had got bitten by a stray cat and contracted rabies, but we didn't realize it until after she had also bitten "poor Shane". He did not specifically say that Shane had died, but it was clearly implied. I remember wanting to argue that Shane was right there, back on the porch, but my dad stepped into a boat and pushed off down the channel.
The boy and I jumped into the boat, and Shane ran after us, shouting about how we had promised not to leave without him. The boat went around a bend, and there were a number of old children's toys riding bicycles along the side of the channel, racing us. One of them broke into the lead, and we tried as hard as we could to stay ahead, but it beat us to the finish line.
That's all I remember.
I told her that they were wrong and what time it actually was, and she became angry at me because now she was late, and knowing that she was late made her anxious. I told her that I was going to take a shower, but she refused to let me because of how late it was. And so I yelled at her and put on a pair of gloves and told her that I was just going to go to my parents house and shower there.
I ran down the road on all fours like a dog, traveling much faster than I could have run on two legs - the gloves preventing me from hurting my hands on the pavement - but before long I realized I was lost. I ended up at what looked like the intersection of G Avenue and Riverview, but the closer I looked, the more I realized that the details were wrong. There were street names I didn't recognize, and they all veered off at odd angles.
For some reason at this point in the dream I had a raccoon with me, round and fat. I approached a house where there was a boy sitting on the porch. Right as I got close the raccoon jumped out of my arms and startled him. The raccoon ran into the house, and the boy and I gave Chase. The boy kept asking if the raccoon had rabies, and I kept assuring him that it did not. The raccoon ran into the basement, and then somehow slipped into a drainage grate in the floor, but I lifted it up and caught him.
On the way out of the basement, I noticed that there were photographs scattered about on the floor. I looked at them more closely, and I realized that they were of my family. I asked the boy if he knew who these people were and where they lived, because I just wanted to get home. He pointed to my father, and said that that was his father, but that he did not recognize any of the other people in the pictures.
As we came out of the house, my father was there too. The foundation of the house was surrounded by water, and he was digging a channel, supposedly to encourage the water to flow away. But as far as I could tell it was just allowing more water to flow in. We walked a ways out, and I remember turning around and seeing that Shane was on the porch of the house. I thought it was strange that he had managed to catch up to me so quickly.
It was clear that my dad didn't recognize me, even when I pointed myself out in the photographs. I asked him for details on where my mother was and where our old house was, but he said he did not remember. I asked him what had happened, and he told me a story about how one of our cats, Callie, had got bitten by a stray cat and contracted rabies, but we didn't realize it until after she had also bitten "poor Shane". He did not specifically say that Shane had died, but it was clearly implied. I remember wanting to argue that Shane was right there, back on the porch, but my dad stepped into a boat and pushed off down the channel.
The boy and I jumped into the boat, and Shane ran after us, shouting about how we had promised not to leave without him. The boat went around a bend, and there were a number of old children's toys riding bicycles along the side of the channel, racing us. One of them broke into the lead, and we tried as hard as we could to stay ahead, but it beat us to the finish line.
That's all I remember.