Dream Journal
I was at a slumber party at Dooce’s house and my father was dead in her basement. We had a fun time in her clean and bright house, even though we knew we would have to deal with his body before the visit was over.
The children’s room was also in the basement, but appeared to have been originally intended to be a separate apartment. The space was very large and included two separate bedrooms and a kitchen.
I told Dooce to sit by Dad’s body while I finished packing up the car; he was to be packed into a small bag last.
I was then with a man running through urban streets at dusk. We were running away from someone, and the streets were packed with people. A man was running after us.
We ran out to the Spit and at it’s end he caught my arm and shoved his knife near my armpit. My companion stopped running and turned to look at me. I twisted and wrenched my arm free before he was able to cut me. I knew that the man was after my companion and not myself, and we took off running.
Themes: Dad