Dream Journal
John, Marty, and I were in John’s living room in Anchorage. We were getting ready to go on a road trip north when John said he needed to get some marijuana before we left town. I flat out refused, saying that he would not be any good driving if he was high. Marty agreed. Then I realized that if I was the only one to drive it shouldn’t be an issue, but I still didn’t want him getting high.
John sat on the couch facing away from Marty and me and pouted. I went over to him and asked how old he was anyway. I told him that he was getting too old to be acting like a 15-year-old, pouting because he couldn’t have some pot. I said he was too old to be that hooked on the stuff anyway. He was angry and wouldn’t talk to me.
Jayme and Sarah came home from a shopping trip to Anchorage with many shopping bags. The came into the living room and gave big hugs to their parents who were sitting reading by lamplight. A bunch of other people had stopped in with them, and I had a little two-year-old girl come sit down on a step so I could remove her winter gear. She wore a frilly pink dress under her big coat and snowpants.
I was then standing in the office with two older tourists. They told me that they had been in Alaska almost a week and still hadn’t seen a moose. I caught sight of a moose out in the parking lot and told them that they were in luck. I moved around to the front door and opened it.
The moose, which was just a baby, came to the open door and walked right inside the building. The tourists were delighted, but I pushed the baby moose back through the door. It turned around and tried to push its way back in, but I tried to close the door on it. I had injured it’s leg pretty badly, and this made the baby moose angry.
It kept trying to push its way in and I couldn’t latch the door. The building seemed to have shifted so that the door latch no longer lined up with the hole in the jam. I would try to latch it but the moose would push it open with its head.
At one point the moose got halfway through the door and started attacking the three puppies on the floor. I grabbed Lacey and held her in my right arm as I tried once again to get the moose outside. She jumped from my arm and the moose caught her with its jaw. Scared of what the moose would do to her, I wrenched her free and finally got the door latched.
I asked the male tourist the grab the other two puppies and follow me to the back room. As I left the room I could see the other side of the door swinging free and knew it was only time until the baby moose came back inside. We put the puppies in the bathtub.