Dream Journal
B and I were in a nice, large apartment. One afternoon, there were a lot of people in the parking lot, and a few of them had chosen to park either in our spots or directly behind us such that we were unable to leave. I went to the neighbors to ask them to move the cars.
Everyone has outside doors to their apartments. Inside theirs was a staircase. I followed the man, woman, and young boy up three floors and I could tell there were at least two more. Each floor was quite small and the staircase was circular and right in the center of each floor.
Each floor was quite small - large enough for each room. I wondered if all of these floors were theirs, or if each floor was rented to different people. We sat down on the third floor in silence.
Back in my own apartment, I saw yellow sports car back out from behind our red car in the parking lot. The yellow car spun a few circles, and sped off. Then our red car did the same. Thinking it was being stolen, I raced outside only to see our car disappearing down the road.
Back inside I noticed that B was gone. I figured that he had jumped into our car to follow the person in the yellow car. But after a few hours he still wasn’t back; I was angry with him for going off like that without telling me.
I opened the front door to look for the car, and standing right there was our friend Izzy. I was shocked that he would be on our doorstep after so many years of not talking with him. He came inside and sat down in the living room. I went into the kitchen to prepare him some food.
The kitchen was extremely long and skinny. I peeked around the wall into the living room and asked him if he saw how long the kitchen was. He replied in the affirmative.
B drove into the parking lot. I ran out to meet him, crying in my worry and anger of him being gone so long. He had a piece of cardboard over his right eye; I reached up and removed it.
He cried out in pain and replaced it. He told me how when he was out he got two ticks, one in his ear and one on his lower eyelid. He had pulled them out, and they caused him great pain. He showed me a small white little bug that didn’t look like any tick I recognized.
It had dug its fingernails into his flesh. When he had pulled them out, the fingernails had gotten some rubbery quality and extended quite some length. They had broken away from the body of the bug but remained in his skin.
I reached up to feel his ear, and could feel two sharp fingernails still attached. I gently worked them out.
Themes: B, Left Behind