This one was really bad and I was in doubt whether posting it, but I think I can reach two objectives by doing it:
1. Exorcising it.
2. Scaring my friends, so they'll discuss it among them at length and come to their own (usually wrong) conclusions until a friend of a friend of a friend tells me they are worried about me - instead of personally picking up phone or keyboard and asking me what's wrong.
So. In the dream I had to go back to my parents' house and of course I messed up train, bus, everything, this despite the fact that I had organized it meticulously. I'm at the station with a friend and she gets the ticket and goes on the train without waiting for me. I run towards the train, finding it enormously difficult, the doors are already closing, I wave at the controller while running over tracks with legs that feel like lead, and he opens the doors again and lets me in. I find my friend and tell her off. Then the train makes a turn it shouldn't make, and I realize we took the wrong train anyway, and it's my fault.
Somehow, on foot, I get to my parents', who are leaving for a trip and want me to stay there and look after the house. Here comes the worst part. A puppy followed me, a white cocker spaniel, sweet and playful. I'm very happy about it, but the moment I get to my parents' I lose track of him. I swear to myself that if I find him again I'll never let him out of my sight, and I'll spend a perfect week there, putting right everything that is wrong with my life. Then my parents tell me some neighbourhood boys beat the puppy to death: they found the body and wrapped it waiting to bury it.
I can't believe it and race up the stairs to my grandma's flat, and there is a paper bag with "Boys' Mischief" written on it. I open it, still hoping it's not true. Among other things, there is the body of the puppy, stiff but soft and alive-looking, like a plush toy. I put it back.
For some reason I have to go back to the station. Once again on foot. I try to talk on the phone to my parents to find comfort for the puppy, because I keep thinking that if normal boys nowadays do such things, it's no wonder the world is going so bad. But they don't answer. I get to the station and sit down on a bench, wanting to cry. Suddenly I see the puppy. But when I try to catch it it turns into a fiery spirit running around a lamplight, and then into a mysterious young man who comes to me, tells me "It's all right", shakes my hand and disappears. |