LOST in a DreamPosted: April 17, 2008
In the dream, I am out in a yard filled with lush tropical vegetation. I hear someone call from inside the house, but I can’t go in because Ee is with me, and she wants to keep playing on the swings.
“Hey,” I say, “can you watch her?”
Kate turns around, she’s all sweaty, but her hair looks great. “No problem,” she smiles.
I enter the house, which is filled with all kinds of tchotchkes that I have to wade through. Finally I get to the second floor, and I realize: this is my grandmother’s house. The first door off the landing belongs to my great uncle. I turn the knob and crack it open, and immediately I’m hit with that old man smell, a kind of mixture of old sweat, old shoes and hair tonic with a pinch of doily on the dresser. I open the door a little further and there’s Sawyer. going through my uncle’s drawers, sifting through sepia photographs.
“He-ey!” he calls in a sing-songy tone.
“Stop that!” I say.
“He-ey!” he repeats, exactly the same way, with the second syllable an octave higher than the first.
“Stop it,” I plead.
“He-ey!” He just keeps doing it, and I keep telling him to stop until finally, I open my eyes, and there’s Manfrengensen, asleep next to me. He’s on his back, and he’s snoring in the same loud, sing-songy tone Sawyer was using.
Time to start my day.