I have some weird dreams, man.
First, I guess I should describe a bit about my dreams in general. I always go to the same dream world. It’s an alternate reality whose features I recognize even in waking. It’s different from the waking world in interesting ways.
For example, the only difference between my parents’ house in the real world and their house in my dream world is that there’s a basketball hoop in the driveway. To go further, a church stands near their house, at the top of the street and to the right. The parking lot for it is huge, maybe two hundred cars, that kind of size. Catholics, you know. There’s a public school neighboring the church, but in my dream world there is only a field.
You walk to the top of the street I grew up on, take a right and walk through the parking lot. You cross a creek that is shaded by crab-apple trees and walk into the long grass and then through a forest. You exit the forest and enter a field, where power lines cut through the center to a destination that you cannot see.
That’s my dream world.
So about my dream last night. My neighbors’ houses were gone, and there was only a field of mud. Other houses remained exactly the same. Several police cars were parked outside. My wife and I were wondering what was going on when someone knocked on our door. I opened it.
“High,” said the cop.
“hello,” said me.
“We just wanted to let you know, we’re just digging to try to find some stuff. We didn’t want to worry you.”
“Yeah, actually. There were some murders here…”
I turned around and saw a waterfall that streamed down seamlessly into the Earth.
“So, do you all take showers?” My wife asked the cop.
“Yeah, we do.”
The water poured down where there should have been stairs leading to the second floor.
“Does it ever make you mad when people take a long time in the shower?”
“Actually, yeah, that happens a lot. You know, about that water…”
I don’t remember. There was a lot of stuff going on in that dream, and I wish I had written the whole thing down when I woke up. I’m gonna have to do that.
Dreams make for great stories.