Saturday, July 4, 2009

   Dream Squared
I had two dreams during my four hour nap today. The first is a little hard for me to remember, but I do remember that I was not myself, I was Ayase from Okane Ga Nai except I had a different name, that I don’t remember. I wanted to write a letter to to Kanou, except his name was Rikiku or something like that. So, I wanted to write a letter to Rikiku but I knew that he already had a lot of letters, so, I was afraid that my letter would be forgotten or that he wouldn’t even look at it. So, I wrote the letter, but I kept it to myself. The next thing I knew, Rikiku was sitting next to me and asking me what I had that was so interesting. I tried to keep it away from him, saying that it wasn’t important. But I couldn’t keep the blush from my face, and he smiled and told me that I couldn’t keep whatever it was a secret forever. I tried to get up and walk away so that he couldn’t get it, but he pulled me into his lap and, with his face intamately close to mine, gently removing the letter from my hands. He turned me in his arms so that I was facing him and I hid my face in his chest while he read the letter. After he was done, he gently pulled me away from his chest so that he could look at my face, which was red with embarrassment. He asked me why I hadn’t given him the letter right from the beginning, which made me blush even more. I couldn’t tell him the reason, he wouldn’t understand. But somehow he figured it out without me telling him. This is where it got confusing. He turned around and my sight blurred. There was a collection of letters attached to a flat surface in front of me. The weird thing was that they looked like they were attached to his back. He began taking them off, leaving only one or two behind. I watched as he threw away the letters he’d taken off and then he asked me if I knew why he only left those two. I murmored that I didn’t know and hid my face in his chest again. He smiled and leaned down to whisper in my ear that the reason he kept those two is they were from me or had something to do with me. So, I leaned up and looked at him in shock as he put my letter next to the other two.

My second dream was even weirder. First, I was in my Daddy’s office, during the present timewhich meant obviously that he was dead and I was simply reminiscing while looking through his belongings. I was mildly surprized that they hadn’t moved anything. The office looked just as it did when my Father was alive. I went out into the lobby and talked for a moment with some femal employee who was sitting there. Then there was a guy behind me who seemed really weird and creepy. You know that sixth sense that allows you to know when someone is watching you, well this one is was screaming at me that this man was a creep. He kept leering at me like he wanted to devour me and I didn’t like it one bit. So, I went back into my Daddy’s office and tried to lock the door, but there was no lock. I didn’t like that, especially since I had to sleep in this office that night. So, I pushed a chair up against the door and resigned myself to sleeping in that chair. So, after I moved the chair I went to the nearyby desk and opened a drawer. I smiled as I looked through my Father’s possessions that filled the drawer. I had intended to use the drawer as a place to put a lamp so that I could read a bit before I went to sleep. But I needed to look at what was inside, for the items inside were some of the few things that remained of my Father.

Then the dream shifted and I was at home, and something was wrong, terrible wrong. But I couldn’t tell what it was. I was coming from outside and so, worried about Sugar and the cats, I rushed outside, fearing something I knew nothing of. When I got outside, everything appeared normal…at first. But then I started to notice things. Mostly plant things that were going astray. For example, we had a huge planter on the porch, but it had been splitted in half, the plants that had been inside were in smaller pots surrounding it. I looked to ensure that my animals were ok and then I walked around to make sure nothing else was wrong. But the cats were looking behind the house…and since I have learned from experience that when the cats are worried…be afraid…be very afraid. So, I slowly made my way down the crossties next to the porch. It was times like these I was glad I grew up in the woods, and could therefore move silently through the terrain. When I got to the bottom, I stood on the crossties and looked for whatever had my cats so worried. And then I saw him. He was dressed as a forest ranger but I could tell he wasn’t. He moved his hand, and before my eyes five trees toppled to the ground. It broke my heart, the very reason to live in the woods was to be surrounded by trees and all the confort and life that they give. The imposter walked up the embankment and over to where I stood and I asked him what possible reason he could have for cutting down MY trees. And he said that they were unneeded and that I should be grateful to him for relieving me of them. So, I flipped out and leapt down from my perch on the crossties. And for a moment, I thought about fighting this insolent fool who thought to destroy MY TREES! But then, I was running back inside and to my mom, who was laying in bed. I told her that he was outside and that something was terribly wrong. And she said she knew, and she asked me if I knew how she knew. I told her no, and she pointed to her bathroom, and told me to look. That the evidence was there. I didn’t understand what she meant. I assume there was something missing. And then I woke up, but I figured out what it was. The tree. the dogwood tree at the end of the deck. You can see it from my mom’s bathroom window…but it wasn’t there. It was gone and that was how she knew something was wrong.

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