| dearmeryv2 Augusr 2009 Several Dreams sort of connected, the same night.
I was visiting somewhere, it was somewhat like my former mid-west high school building I am with M. a former school mate. Someone gave M. a gift which consisted of a box of candy. Larry and Rich, former dating beaus of M. and me were there and they left to go somewhere in the basement to go to the bathroom. They were slow in getting back and their excuse was that strangely, It had just been changed and the toilet sat behind the partition of the showers and they had to ask a passer by where it was.
Later M and I are surrounded by gangsters, they wave guns and swing black jacks that hit dangerously close to M’s head. I try to cool off their anger which appears to focus on something M, had done, by talking in a calm voice ‘Don’t hurt her- She didn’t mean to offend- or whatever it was is that is making you mad -” As they start to listen to me, M makes matters worse, by ferociously hitting back at them and calling them, mindless perverts and the most ugly names imaginable. I fear for her life and my own as they now start to move on me. Police car sirens sound as if approaching. The Gangsters run away. The meanest looking one yells at us. “We’ll take care of you later!” and throws a cigarette package on the ground in front of us. The package was opened part way and a couple cigarettes stick out of the top, The brand icon on the pack was one of an very old time steam train and on the back a head of a cat that resembled Aro. There was printing too small to read over this picture and on this side the package.
I was walking down a street with a girl I used to work with. We stopped at a flat bed truck which was being used to carry an open for business, ticket stand. There were people here betting on horses. I decided not to bet, but we went inside and it ended up also having a nice cafeteria. My friend was telling me how much she missed her husband because he was now overseas and I told her about Bill and the many things we were doing together. But in all the talking I never had a chance to eat. The other people there, playing the horses were of no interest to me, although, now and then, I was aware the horses were running and people were shouting.
I was at [the old family] home and the phone rang and it was Joe F. (an old friend, and never a love interest, then or now) called me to verify a date for that night. I wondered how he could know I was back in town. And what was it that led him to believe he had a date in the first place? I make evasive chit chat as I don’t want to hurt his feelings. Later I hear a scratching on the window and it was Aro the family cat. I was taken back as I believed he had passed away years before. I let the cat in and it looked hungry, so I go to the kitchen to find food for it. There is only moldy food, so I cut away the mold, but then there is only a small amount left for the cat to eat. I give it to the cat and tell it that I will go to store for more later. Somehow the cat seems to understand and stretches out on the floor with a pleased look. |
