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Dec. 16th, 2003 12:25 pmI had two dreams last night, at least, that I can remember.
The first one was rather silly/weird. I dreamed that my brother was shrinking. No. Not shrinking...he was getting younger. By, like, 10 years or so. And no one in my family noticed but me. Not even my brother. We were all in the kitchen, and my mom had made BBQ chicken, and my brother came running in, and he looked about 13 years old. I started thinking that maybe he's sensitive about what's happening to him and that's why no one's saying anything. Then my mom asked him to get something off of a shelf, and he climbs on the counter to get it. By this point, I'd lost it.
"MOM! He's shrinking! Can't you see Chucky's shrinking?! Why isn't anyone saying anything?!"
"Hmm, you're right, he is getting a little smaller."
"A little? Give him another couple of days and he'll be in the womb again! What's going on?"
"I don't know. Ask Dad."
He didn't notice either. We got a tape measure and measured him, but for some reason, my dad was reading the numbers in only centimeters, not feet. He said, "He's around 122 centimeters tall. Yup, he's definitely shorter. Hmm. I'm hungry. Where's the chicken?"
That's all I remember.
The other dream I had was not as silly. I lived somewhere that wasn't Detroit. I know, because I lived in a rowhouse, and they don't have those here.
I was coming home, and the front door of the house next to me flew open, and a dirty little girl ran out of the house screaming and crying. She flew into my arms, saying, "Don't let 'im get me! Don't let 'im get me!" Then I heard more yelling inside the house, a man's voice this time, screaming about the dishes not being clean enough, followed by the sound of them being shattered. I heard another door slam and caught a glimpse of this shadowy man leaving the house from the back. I turned around quickly, trying to hide the little girl in my arms, but I turned my head to watch him stumbling away.
I took the little girl back into her house and saw that it was in complete squallor. There was food on the floors, some even thrown on the walls, it smelled so strongly of urine that I had to squint, and then were roaches everywhere. I cringed and wondered if the child had roaches on in her clothes...then I cursed myself for even thinking it. I could feel her pulling tighter to me as I got deeper into the house, and could faintly hear her whisper, "No." I heeded her warning and ran out of the house and into mine. I kept thinking, I should take her to the police, the hospital, anyone in authority to care for her. But I remembered the way she came directly to me, the way she held on...like she was waiting for me. So, I took her in my house.
Once we were in safe inside my house, she loosened her grip on me and slid down to her feet. She looked down at herself and said, "I need a baff. He always wants to give me baffs, but I don't like his baffs. Can you give me a baff, please?" I knew, or at least thought I knew, what she meant. She was being molested by that man. I felt my stomach knot up and I wanted to kill him. This little girl couldn't have been more than 3 years old...4 at most.
I said, "Sure, I can give you a baff. Come on." I take her hand in mine.
"My name's Mona, what's yours?"
"Norah, wiff a 'H.'" She put extra emphasis on the "H."
"Nice to meet you, Norah with an 'H.'"
I got her out of her clothes, and into the tub. I get my phone and dial the police, while I'm bathing her. I try to have a conversation with her and try to tell the police what's going on at the same time. She tells me that she is indeed 3 years old; she just had a birfday.
It faded at that point.
I've kind of given up on lj-cuts for long, work-safe text, but if you want me to put all this behind a cut, I will.
And now for that 12 Days of Christmas hoo-ha.
The first one was rather silly/weird. I dreamed that my brother was shrinking. No. Not shrinking...he was getting younger. By, like, 10 years or so. And no one in my family noticed but me. Not even my brother. We were all in the kitchen, and my mom had made BBQ chicken, and my brother came running in, and he looked about 13 years old. I started thinking that maybe he's sensitive about what's happening to him and that's why no one's saying anything. Then my mom asked him to get something off of a shelf, and he climbs on the counter to get it. By this point, I'd lost it.
"MOM! He's shrinking! Can't you see Chucky's shrinking?! Why isn't anyone saying anything?!"
"Hmm, you're right, he is getting a little smaller."
"A little? Give him another couple of days and he'll be in the womb again! What's going on?"
"I don't know. Ask Dad."
He didn't notice either. We got a tape measure and measured him, but for some reason, my dad was reading the numbers in only centimeters, not feet. He said, "He's around 122 centimeters tall. Yup, he's definitely shorter. Hmm. I'm hungry. Where's the chicken?"
That's all I remember.
The other dream I had was not as silly. I lived somewhere that wasn't Detroit. I know, because I lived in a rowhouse, and they don't have those here.
I was coming home, and the front door of the house next to me flew open, and a dirty little girl ran out of the house screaming and crying. She flew into my arms, saying, "Don't let 'im get me! Don't let 'im get me!" Then I heard more yelling inside the house, a man's voice this time, screaming about the dishes not being clean enough, followed by the sound of them being shattered. I heard another door slam and caught a glimpse of this shadowy man leaving the house from the back. I turned around quickly, trying to hide the little girl in my arms, but I turned my head to watch him stumbling away.
I took the little girl back into her house and saw that it was in complete squallor. There was food on the floors, some even thrown on the walls, it smelled so strongly of urine that I had to squint, and then were roaches everywhere. I cringed and wondered if the child had roaches on in her clothes...then I cursed myself for even thinking it. I could feel her pulling tighter to me as I got deeper into the house, and could faintly hear her whisper, "No." I heeded her warning and ran out of the house and into mine. I kept thinking, I should take her to the police, the hospital, anyone in authority to care for her. But I remembered the way she came directly to me, the way she held on...like she was waiting for me. So, I took her in my house.
Once we were in safe inside my house, she loosened her grip on me and slid down to her feet. She looked down at herself and said, "I need a baff. He always wants to give me baffs, but I don't like his baffs. Can you give me a baff, please?" I knew, or at least thought I knew, what she meant. She was being molested by that man. I felt my stomach knot up and I wanted to kill him. This little girl couldn't have been more than 3 years old...4 at most.
I said, "Sure, I can give you a baff. Come on." I take her hand in mine.
"My name's Mona, what's yours?"
"Norah, wiff a 'H.'" She put extra emphasis on the "H."
"Nice to meet you, Norah with an 'H.'"
I got her out of her clothes, and into the tub. I get my phone and dial the police, while I'm bathing her. I try to have a conversation with her and try to tell the police what's going on at the same time. She tells me that she is indeed 3 years old; she just had a birfday.
It faded at that point.
I've kind of given up on lj-cuts for long, work-safe text, but if you want me to put all this behind a cut, I will.
And now for that 12 Days of Christmas hoo-ha.
| My LiveJournal 12 Days |
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| My True Love gave to me... |
| 12 albadores a-smooching. |
| 11 bartle_bys a-gyrating. |
| 10 catch22girls a-ranting. |
| 9 dean_rs a-snorting. |
| 8 dogmeats a-calling. |
| 7 greyyguys a-squeezing. |
| 6 teofphiglets a-flaming. |
| 5 purple thatmikeychicks. |
| 4 yodeling uncouthers. |
| 3 Mexican viper_07s. |
| 2 swan vonpookies. |
| And a wdalphin in a peach tree. |
| Another fun meme brought to you by rfreebern. |
