Dream Journal
Michael, his brother John, and Camdon were at my mom’s house playing video games in the front lawn. Michael came inside, went into my room, and closed the door. I asked him if he was going to sleep, but he said not yet, so I read a book. John and Camdon cranked their game music outside to bother us, but everything soon became quiet.
I stepped out of the bedroom and saw them through the windows: John was asleep propped up sitting against a street sign, and Camdon was asleep in the fetal position on my mom’s old tire flower pots. I chuckled at their awkward positions.
I called my dog inside to give her a bone, and my mom’s dogs followed. In the kitchen, Lacey took and ate her bone politely, but the other dogs wouldn’t sit for theirs even though I bent at the waist and put my hands on my knees just like my mom does. They finally sat down; one sat right next to Lacey. Lacey pulled him down to the ground and then made him roll over onto his side.
Amazed at what my dog had done, I turned to Michael and asked if he had seen that. He had, but wasn’t as amazed as I was. He poured himself a bowl of granola.
Themes: Michael
I left Michael for an old man in his 60s or 70s. He couldn’t take his hands off me, but I soon realized that he only wanted my body for a few weeks before he would move on to someone else. I wondered if Michael would take me back after the mistake I made.
Themes: Michael
My entire extended family was at the airport getting ready to go on a trip. While waiting for the flight, I asked everyone for a fast food order and went into the McDonald’s to get some food for everyone.
It was a large food order for my large family, and when we divided it out I realized we hadn’t gotten sodas for my nieces. I returned to the fast food restaurant and waited a long time for someone to notice me so I could pick up the missing sodas. I realized it was taking too long and went back to the gate, only to find it completely empty but for my mom.
She told me that the plane had already boarded, but they were waiting for me. I collected all of the things I had been using at the gate and tried to cram them back into my backpack, but they didn’t really fit. I shoved everything in as best I could, but when I went through the last security checkpoint, the security guards riffled through my backpack and made everything even more difficult to fit.
I couldn’t even zip the zipper while walking down the ramp when I remembered I had left something behind the flight attendants’ desk in the gate. I ran back and apologized to the security guard.
I slipped behind the desk and grabbed the few things I had left. I looked around frantically for some way to incorporate my additional items into my already bulging backpack, but couldn’t find a way. A flight attendant appeared behind me and urged me to hurry because the plane wouldn’t wait much longer.
I asked the attendant for a plastic bag or something for my things, and she managed to find a paper bag. “Perfect!” I exclaimed. I started putting the items I was holding into the bag when I saw a huge pile of my stuff under the desk. I wouldn’t be able to fit all of it, so I had to decide what I wanted to take and what I wanted to leave. I knew that whatever I left would be gone for good, and had a very difficult time deciding.
Panicked, I managed to cram the paper bag full with shoes and books and knick knacks and ran down the boarding ramp, briefly aware that security didn’t look through my new bag and thinking that I could have stuffed a bomb into my paper sack and they wouldn’t have known.
I stopped at the end of the ramp because the door to the plane was closed and locked. I turned around and the flight attendant beckoned me another way, a secret way. I followed her around a corner, and we stopped at an elevator door that would take me directly to the plane. My mom stood there waiting for me, and she scolded me for running so late. I was on the verge of tears, upset for almost missing the flight, making my family wait for me, and leaving a lot of my stuff behind.
The elevator doors opened and we got inside, but I had dropped something in the hallway. When I quickly stepped out to get it, the elevator doors closed behind me and I was left in the hallway. The flight attendant told me that it would come back down, not to worry, and then she walked away.
When the elevator doors reopened, I wasn’t sure if I should go alone, or where to even get out. I stepped in and the elevator floor was rickety and unsafe. Crying, I closed my eyes and pressed a random button, hoping everything was going to work out fine.
Themes: Airplane/Airport, Left Behind
Sitting in a staff meeting, I explained how an online calendar I found would help increase productivity and efficiency. The staff discussed it, and Bob, sitting on my direct left, looked at me knowingly. He said that he didn’t want me to get red and tighten my lips, like I was already doing.
Then he said that he was waiting for me to say how bad of an idea it was and withdraw it from the table because it wasn’t his place as the boss to make me feel bad about my ideas. I told him and the rest of the staff that I thought it would help because I use it a lot. I said that no one had to use it just based on my opinion, but I wasn’t going to withdraw it from the table just because he wanted me to.
I was outside with my mother near my dad’s shop when I saw on Google news that a bomber plane was flying over Homer. I yelled to my mom and told her that we needed shelter. She said that she knew about the plane because she had heard it on the radio. We ran to the coal shed — made of wood — and pulled the curtain closed once inside.
I asked my mom where my nieces were, and she said that they were inside the house with Sam. I could hear the plane flying overhead when Lacey poked her head under the curtain. I called her to me and held her under my left arm. Another Lacey poked her head under the curtain, and I held her under my right arm. My mom’s two dogs ran across the lawn and into the coal shed with us.
Then Sam pulled my three nieces into the shed; it was a tight fit with three adults, three children, and four dogs. We all huddled in one corner together listening to the bomber plane circle our town.
Themes: End of the World
Michael’s brother had bought a small cabin just down the hill from my parents’ place, and Michael had just moved in. Michael walked up the hill to visit with me for a bit, and I told my parents that I would walk him home so I could show him a quick trail between the two places.
We went downstairs to leave from my parents’ basement door, but there was a moose yearling staring in the picture windows. When it saw us, it went nuts and threw itself at the windows trying to get in.
We went back upstairs and my dad went down to “take care of it.” Michael hung around for a while longer, not uncomfortable around my family but definitely wanting to get back to his own place.
I headed back down the stairs to check on my dad’s progress, only to find he had let the yearling inside and it was in the process of freaking out in the root cellar while my dad watched television. The yearling ran toward me, and I ran up the stairs.
Rodney stood at the top of the stairs and I jumped into his arms with my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist to get away from the moose. Then I felt a penis inside of me. We stood there for a second or two before I calmly got down like nothing happened.