Dream from January 28, 2014
I am in a small clearing at the back of a building and there are a couple of guys doing somersaults, rather impressively. I think music is playing. One guy somersaults all the way down the alley or a dim enclosure (that small narrow area in the back of Connie’s dance studio?)
I wish I could somersault. Then one guy asks if I want to try. He says the guys will not send the photos they take of me (since I would probably look ridiculous). I see an X marked in chalk on the pavement and an iPhone near it, standing up.
Then I am getting a bike from a shop and begin pushing it down the sidewalk on the long Spring Arbor Rd. The bikes falls, I struggle to pick it back up. Then I am at this house with an enclosed porch around it, made of wood. It has a diamond design skirt near the foundation. There are other bikes in the yard. I hear and see a beautiful Southern girl singing in the yard. She is looking in my direction, intently. I climb up the stairs onto the porch. Then something happens and a wooden rail appears. I drop a nail and get down on my knees to pick it up from around the wooden rail, that looks just like the skirt of the house. The Southern girl sings and looks at me again. I try not to ignore her and try to acknowledge her. I see hope in her eyes; she seems to like me and impresses me with her voice; maybe there’s a future between us. Maybe she’ll get on a talent show and become famous.
In my house. I see that the big entertainment stand and flat screen TV are gone. Now it is a bigger flat screen resting on a table but then that turns into the big CRT from my bedroom. I see Liz and say, disappointingly, “Oh, so we switched TVs”.
An interesting show is being shown on CBS. I watch it and think it is “Intelligence” but seems to be even better than that. A breath of fresh air. In the corner is the CBS eye logo with giant block letters “BB” over it, flashing and spinning. I then think the show is “Almost Human” because I see the guy who plays the lead character, Karl Urban. He’s in tactical gear and going into a room aiming a laser rifle.
In the old cruddy house on 2411 Hickman Rd in the afternoon, by myself. I am walking around thinking about East Circle Drive and Grandma Hammell going there to visit. Then about mom and dad saying they were on the Price is Right and winning a dream home. Then my cousin Colleen is shown on there. I hear her talking about herself to the host (Bob Barker or Drew Carey, don’t know). She sounds sweet with a chipmunk voice. Says she went to North Carolina University. Then about income or something and a final amount in the decimal places of 124. She and everyone else laughs. I look into the living room with the TV and everything. I briefly see Jack on the couch over by the “farm” door, both knees on the cushion and arm stretched out on the top, but then he disappears.
I walk around in the back room and then to the phone in the kitchen. I pick up the phone, dial a few numbers, and then put it back on the receiver. I am wondering if I will end up someplace else or go back in time. A sense of euphoria rushes over me. Stepping outside onto the stone porch I see that everything is about the same. All I have on are my boxers. I managed to pick up a thin dress shirt from somewhere, the one with the pinstripes. I run around to the front of the yard, putting the shirt on but not buttoning it. Starting to run up the two lane driveway I notice something that slows down my pace. There are giant stone fountains and statues in the middle of the two lanes, where grass usually is, and trees have been torn down. I think “wow, she fixed up the place” and then looking behind me at the usual mess, “or is getting it fixed up”. I am referring to Colleen in this sense, thinking she is the one living at the house. I realize it must be the future.
Switching to third person view, I am in the side yard almost near the entrance to the road. A red car begins to come around the back of the house from where I came out of. I see it and try running to the left towards a bush but struggle to run like I am in molasses and something is pulling me back. The car starts to turn up the driveway and I am forced to stand there and watch as the old woman in the car looks my way. I figure that if I am caught I will be in big trouble but then I mysteriously disappear, leaving the old women thinking “What the hell?”