First Dream<\/p>\n
I\u00c3\u00adm lying in a white cast iron bathtub, the kind with legs, but not claw feet, and I\u00c3\u00adm riding around Acton. Or sliding. The tub stops in front of the bank on Main St. and I peer out. I don\u00c3\u00adt see anyone, but the sun is up and it feels to be about noon. What to do? I mean, I am naked. I stand up anyway and I\u00c3\u00adm relieved (somewhat) to see my jockeys lying in a heap next to the tub. They look as they do in my bathroom – long past their replace date and in a heap. I grab them and run to the side of pharmacy for shelter and pull them on. I\u00c3\u00adm very conscious that I\u00c3\u00adm still in public and that there has to be people watching. I am no longer stark naked, I don\u00c3\u00adt feel all that great about walking around only in my underwear. Dream ends.<\/p>\n
Second Dream <\/p>\n
I enter a single story concrete building. I walk in through the front door and follow a trail of rooms. Each room I enter has its own door that closes behind me. At some point I realize I don\u00c3\u00adt know where I am, I don\u00c3\u00adt know where I am going, and I don\u00c3\u00adt know what to do but keep walking forward. <\/p>\n
I look down and next to me is a young blonde girl, maybe eight. There is one room left and together we peer through the door and out the plate glass window in that room to an airport-like tarmac. It resembles the tarmac in Pittsburgh where we catch our connecting flights on the way to Evansville – when we\u00c3\u00adve switched from a real jet to a mini jet tucked away in little used area of the airport. It feels ominous and I suggest we not enter the room. The girl does anyway and I lose sight of her. I look back and the room I\u00c3\u00adm in has no door handle. The door is steel and can\u00c3\u00adt be opened from my side. I know the next room where the girl disappeared is the same. I can only go forward. Then the girls mother appears, frantic. I point in the direction her daughter went, and she runs after her. Dream ends.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
First Dream I\u00c3\u00adm lying in a white cast iron bathtub, the kind with legs, but not claw feet, and I\u00c3\u00adm riding around Acton. Or sliding. The tub stops in front of the bank on Main St. and I peer out. … Continue reading