Friday, April 18, 2003
Dream: At a ropes course (it is indoors this time) one of the challenges is to walk across a beam , using a beam that is above your head for support while someone elsewalks above you. Cassie Sullivan spots me because I am on the lower beam and too close to the ground for a harness. As I walk, though, she pushes me along. By the time I cross the beam my hands are covered with splinters, and it is painful.
Mrs. Mack is telling me how she lost her hearing. She said she called a man to work on "raising her voice." He told her talk louder and louder, while making a very very high frequency pitch which she didn't notice and which essentially caused her to go deaf.
I am walking down the street when I am approached by one of the mentally challenged boys from my school. He attempts to show me a news paper ad for the food drive they're conducting, but doesn't ask me for money or help. He says they're giving out food (which turned out to be pizzas), which is more important than clothing. I tell him that both are important, but now that it's getting warmer he's probably right. He walks with me down the street. We enter a pet shop and look at the animals. There is no sales clerk there, but by and by one does come in. He counts the animals to be sure that we didn't take anything and then gives everyone there a puppy (those black and white fluffy ones with perky ears and transparent blue eyes).
I go "home" and read Andrew's journal. In it, he says that he plans to go to Florida, and implies that it's to see someone that he doesn't want people to know about. I go upstairs and see her room. I turn and go in the bathroom where he has just gotten out of the bath and is getting dressed, his back turned to me. (This part was so realistic, although I realize now that he had long hair in the dream....) I say, "When are you going to Florida?" He is startled and stands perfectly still. He turns slowly, and I notice that there is something wrong with his left eye. He turns his back to me and pauses.. Then turns fully to face me and I see that his eyes are gone. There are just two big, black sockets in that beautiful face of his. "I had an accient..." he says. I am filled with absolute horror. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" I scream. "I CAN'T LOOK! YOU LIE! YOU LIE ABOUT EVERYTHING!" Suddenly his face is before me, and his eyes are restored for a moment, and I look into them (so realistic) and he says, "You're right, I do."
Mrs. Mack is telling me how she lost her hearing. She said she called a man to work on "raising her voice." He told her talk louder and louder, while making a very very high frequency pitch which she didn't notice and which essentially caused her to go deaf.
I am walking down the street when I am approached by one of the mentally challenged boys from my school. He attempts to show me a news paper ad for the food drive they're conducting, but doesn't ask me for money or help. He says they're giving out food (which turned out to be pizzas), which is more important than clothing. I tell him that both are important, but now that it's getting warmer he's probably right. He walks with me down the street. We enter a pet shop and look at the animals. There is no sales clerk there, but by and by one does come in. He counts the animals to be sure that we didn't take anything and then gives everyone there a puppy (those black and white fluffy ones with perky ears and transparent blue eyes).
I go "home" and read Andrew's journal. In it, he says that he plans to go to Florida, and implies that it's to see someone that he doesn't want people to know about. I go upstairs and see her room. I turn and go in the bathroom where he has just gotten out of the bath and is getting dressed, his back turned to me. (This part was so realistic, although I realize now that he had long hair in the dream....) I say, "When are you going to Florida?" He is startled and stands perfectly still. He turns slowly, and I notice that there is something wrong with his left eye. He turns his back to me and pauses.. Then turns fully to face me and I see that his eyes are gone. There are just two big, black sockets in that beautiful face of his. "I had an accient..." he says. I am filled with absolute horror. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" I scream. "I CAN'T LOOK! YOU LIE! YOU LIE ABOUT EVERYTHING!" Suddenly his face is before me, and his eyes are restored for a moment, and I look into them (so realistic) and he says, "You're right, I do."
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