Dream Sequence
Tine and I were living in an old house on a prairie. It has a large, enclosed porch with big windows. It was early fall outside; we had big screens on the windows and it looked like we lived near a farm. Outside there was a tall windmill and fields of wheat blowing in the wind. It all had this 1930s feel to it.
Nobody seemed to speak. I walked around the porch, which had creaky, brown, old, painted boards. There was a table and on it was a Jamie's Ferris wheel. It spun slowly around while I looked out the window.
Tine seemed to be behind me, but I could never actually see her, I just knew she was there. The same thing with the kids, they seemed to be nearby, but I couldn't actually see them at any time. I saw a little girl, I knew to be Kelly, but I couldn't see her face. It was covered by her hat.
Then, I either gave up or just started walking around the porch. I ended up looking out across the wheat to the dirt road, I watch an Abrams tank drive by, which I knew was drastically wrong.
I ran through the door, it crashing back into the house, clapping hard. I ran up the hill towards the road. The earth took on this extreme curvature, sort of like a cartoon, where I was running up and the horizon was only a few feet away, bringing the road and the farms on the other side into view like we were all on a gigantic rolling ball.
As I got the road, the dust from the tank had pretty much obscured things. I wandered across the road and realized my parents had a farm there too. I ran up to see if everything was okay and my father stood in front of his aging barn in overalls and flat cap, holding a pumpkin or a squash. Now that I think of it, everything had this tan-brown tone to it.
Again, nobody spoke to me. They just seemed to acknowledge that I was there, but continue to work. I turned around in the front yard and my sister, Kate, was sitting on a wooden patio chair, sunning herself. There was a picnic table as well, both were the same, gray, aged wood of the barn.
At the table sat a little girl, with blonde hair in braided pigtails. She was also my sister, Kaylee (I don't have a sister Kaylee). She was about 8 and she was reading some Dr Seuss books. I sat down and she started talking to me about the books and how she didn't want to sell them, but Dad was going to make her for the money.
I turned around and there was now a sign on the barn advertising vegetables and Dr Seuss books. I looked back at her and she was crying, really upset. I tried to console her, but then she said something to the effect of, "But I'm not real anyway. You're just dreaming me."
And I had this feeling like I had been hit in the face with a frying pan. I tried to say, "No, no. You're real!" But I could feel it creeping across me that none of this was real. That I was dreaming, and I kept thinking of the tank and how it didn't belong here in these dust-bowl days.
Then I seemed to be inside, look out at the wheat again. It was swaying heavily as the gray sky turned darker and darker. I kept thinking how real everything seemed, but I knew I was dreaming and it made me sad in the dream to know she didn't really exist.
As it started to rain, I woke up.
posted by Evil Wayne @ 10:19 AM
2 Comments:
My Great Uncle Fred lived in Kansas in the 1930's and had a sister named Carlie. There was also a family rumor that he went crazy doing some weird sort of brain wave transmission experiment. Also, none of this is true.
Wow, you wife sounds hot!
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