And I had yet another dream, it was the other night I think. In this one, I see me sleeping in little Lara's room as I often did back in those days, so that Beth could get a bit better sleep some nights. And in the dream, I see me awake early as I usually did, to catch a few moments of quiet solitude before anyone else rises and another day boots up. Lara's still asleep, and me sits up to get up. Me looks over to her little dresser, with her twelve little toy ponies all lined up along the edge. Beside them all on the corner of it, me sees an odd little box of painted blue wood. And in my dream, me seems puzzled by that thing, like where did that come from? I try to shout out to me in my dream, that I know what that is, that I know it means something, that it's important. But me is not listening.
And I watch me go down the stairs, and make some coffee. Me scoops the grounds, separates the filter paper, pours the water, and all that. And then me looks out the back door, and up to the hillside above it. Me sees a dug hole there, and seems confused, but now I'm confused too, seeing me see this in my dream. That hole is new, I started it myself just the other day. That's new, that shouldn't be there, not back then, back in the time of this dream with my family asleep upstairs. That hole doesn't belong. It's like the little box.
Then I actually wake up, and I have a strange feeling. I go downstairs, and it's my turn for electricity today, so I start making some coffee. That's when I notice it. As I scoop the grounds, separate the filter paper, pour the water and all that, I realize I am re-tracing what I did in my dream, moment by moment, movement by movement. But I can't stop it. And I realize that something is very, very wrong here.
I go to the sliding glass door and look up to the hillside, and there's my hole where I left it unfinished the other day. And then all of a sudden, I feel this strange wrenching sensation. A feeling like something huge has picked me up and put me back down, and I don't like it. And then there's this sense of something being taken from me. Distant laughter. A very brief but very intense headache. And then, I'm okay.
I go to the living room, which is somehow filled with artificial christmas trees again, and I look out the window to see that the playground has been rebuilt. That kind of throws me off, because I thought the playground was gone, torn down. But I guess I wasn't paying attention, because I sure don't some times. Nice that they rebuilt it so quick. Or maybe it was always there, and I just somehow forgot. Whatever, it's still really early. I'll get up to speed soon.
Anyways, I'm not so sure yet what I'll get up to when the sun rises. The dream and everything has me feeling sort of mixed up right now, but I'll get over it. But I know one thing for sure - it's always a good day to go digging, so I think I'll do that. Got a hole just out back that needs finishing up.
THE BEGINNING.