Inspired by Spencer Krug's Dreamland project under the Moonface moniker, i am recording down my dreams in a blog. Some are weird, some are scary, and some are dramatic. And they are all done while i'm asleep.
Monday, August 23, 2010
The Father And Dog Dream.
There is a new attachment to my home. It is a large rectangular garage-looking room, filled with junk and trash and things to be put in a garage. My former girlfriend's mother and step-father have recently started moving in to my house, for no specific reason. Some of their stuff is in this room. The room is dimly lit with one lightbulb in the ceiling, with white walls and concrete floors. There are only two doors. One leading into the house through the back, and one leading outside. They are both wide open. The one leading outside is seemingly a lot larger than the other. It is close to evening. My friend Kim's father is sitting somewhere in the middle of all the junk on the floor, huddled up with her family's dog, Buddy, a german shephard. He is crying, and exclaiming his discomfort and oppositions about putting down the dog by shooting it. Someone is making him do this, and he is not happy about it. I presume the idea was from the book i recently read, Of Mice and Men, where an old man's dog is shot by a fellow worker after the worker convinces the old man to agree that the dog is doing himself no good by living. I believe it was Kim's father because while reading the book, i imagined the worker as Kim's father.
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