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Dream Sequence

This is a sequence from a dream I had:

“I wish our bedroom was this big,” another stranger remarked.

They had been coming in and out for a while. Each one commenting on the size of the bedroom and how they didn’t know how to fit furniture in their smaller sized room. Finally, one said, “We don’t have this section at our house.”

Angel and Roy got it then.

“We didn’t have that section at our first house either, “ Angel said, and then proceeded to explain how they arranged the smaller room by putting the bed against one wall and the dresser against the opposite wall. “ It leaves about a foot of walking space between.”

The strangers all seemed happy after that. Hands were shaken and thanks offered before they took their leave. As they were heading out, Angel’s father came in looking for a razor blade.

They all looked around the house but couldn’t find any razor blades. They were looking on the front porch when they spied Angel’s uncle, Bill, across the street. He brought a motor of some kind over that Terry, Angel’s dad, was looking for, and a razor blade. I need to go visit Uncle Bill later, Angel thought.

While Terry sat on the couch watching television, Angel went to shut the back door. It had several strange locks on it, and wouldn’t close properly. It kept hitting a piece of jagged wood. She finally got it pulled closed and Terry was going to come help lock it when he yelped, “Dammit!”

“What?” Angel asked.

“I cut myself,” her dad said.

He had cut his leg and his hand with the blade. Blood was leaking pretty heavily so he went in search of bandages.

Angel picked up a cute tiger-striped cat, snuggling it close. They talked for a minute and then she said, “I love you.” The cat replied in kind. “Let’s go tell Daddy we love him too,” which they did. Roy seemed happy the cat was talking to him.

Angel’s dad came in with the bandages, then they got the back door closed. Angel was walking away when she spotted the cutest little dog.

“How did you get in here?” she asked. It just turned over and exposed a sweet little tummy with brown and tan camouflage markings. “How cute!”Angel squealed.

“We have to figure out where you come from. I know someone is missing you,” she told the little guy, and grabbed a pink leash hanging from the kitchen cabinet. After unwrapping it, she hitched the dog up and they went out the back door.

The little dog went crazy at the frantic splashing coming from the pond in the back yard. Angel wouldn’t let him run toward it, but he did get in the shallow end of the pond next to the beach. Angel couldn’t believe her eyes when a huge raccoon sprang out of the water. “Smile,” it said.

While Angel listened to that raccoon, another snuck up on the little dog. Angel turned just in time to see it and grabbed a big stick. She proceeded to beat the raccoon until it released the little dog.

They were around front again so started their search of the neighborhood.

Angel saw her friend Benita and her family in their front yard. She said hello but kept walking until they said, “Whoa! That’s as far as it goes.”

“I thought there was another house back there,” Angel said.

“No, we are the last one,” Benita told her.

“Do you know who this little guy belongs to?” Angel asked them.

“Phil,” Benita said. “He is the first trailer on the right. I’ll walk with you.”

Benita said Phil needed to keep a better eye on the dog. She said this had happened before. Angel told her if Phil didn’t care about the little dog that she would gladly take him.

And that, my friends, is how my dreams go. They have no rhyme or reason, we just pop from one scene to the next, have Roy and I living in houses we've never even seen, with people who have died visiting all the time like my dad, and talking animals. There are also unanswered questions, like why are total strangers just walking in the house, and why did we have a pink leash hanging on the kitchen cabinet? It doesn't seem to matter to my dreams that nothing makes sense. Aren't you glad I allowed you to visit?

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Comments

Donna_Thacker wrote on January 14, 2015, 12:15 PM

Strange indeed, lol. But I guess we all have strange dreams at times. I don't remember most of mine. That's probably a good thing, lol.

AngelSharum wrote on January 14, 2015, 12:21 PM

I don't remember all of mine, but the ones I do are doozies. I've been an alien, a spy, always talking to animals and dead people, and falling off things.

nbaquero wrote on January 14, 2015, 12:54 PM

AngelSharum dreams are like that, a sequence of apparently unrelated events. I am just surprised of the level of detail in your story. How can you remember all of that?

AngelSharum wrote on January 14, 2015, 3:27 PM

I kept thinking about it after I woke up until I wrote it down. I had to make myself remember it. My dreams are always very detailed like that.

nbaquero wrote on January 14, 2015, 3:34 PM

I read on a book that if you write everything you remember right after you wake up, eventually you will be able to describe in detail all your dreams. It looks like you are an advanced practicioner of that method.

AngelSharum wrote on January 14, 2015, 4:09 PM

Sometimes I can't remember them at all, but if I really try I usually can. Especially the really vivid ones like this.

OldRoadsOnceTraveled wrote on January 14, 2015, 10:24 PM

I've never had any talking animals, but I have ended up "living" in a lot of unfamiliar houses in my dreams.

AngelSharum wrote on January 14, 2015, 10:50 PM

Maybe that is something normal in dreams. It happens a lot in mine.

OldRoadsOnceTraveled wrote on January 15, 2015, 2:10 PM

I just had another one of those kind of dreams last night after reading this!

AngelSharum wrote on January 15, 2015, 2:31 PM

Sorry! I didn't mean to influence your dreams...lol