Dream Journal

The setting was one of the suburban houses I live in within the dream state. It was dark out but I could see. I was upstairs sleeping. This kid that Jamie knew from the neighborhood kept coming by our house when we were sleeping and going onto our back porch, where it seemed he was trying to steal a pool float. There was also a pool noodle with a shark head or rooster head attached to the end that I think he was trying to steal. Jamie was trying to stop him, as was I. I didn’t recognize him, and asked Jamie who it was. He gave a name I didn’t recognize, but I knew where he lived — five houses down from us on the same street.

After some time of this, I grew angry at the interruptions and went to the house. I knocked on the door and his mother answered. I told her what was going on. I ended up inside the house. There were two other kids in there. I didn’t recognize any of them. We talked about why he was doing this. I left, hoping that would be the end of it.

But at some point I decided to go higher up. I somehow discerned that there were people more directly responsible. I looked up their address — it was in the big city. I got schematics of their house and memorized them, noting that there was a well-armed safehouse under it with an entrance through a kitchen tile. There were armed men in there. So Rebecca and I traveled to their apartment. It was very upscale, with large windows as walls (I’m seeing through the walls again). It’s along a wide river. We go inside. Nobody is home, so we start looking around. Then some couples enter. I feel like they’re young parents. They’re shocked to see us, and we explain why we’re there. I’m the focus, not Rebecca, and I’m acting relaxed and casual, and they are put somewhat at ease. Then the owners come home. The others explain that we were there when they arrived. I explain the situation, sitting on the floor against the wall, telling them about the kid who comes to our back porch every couple hours throughout the night, interrupting our sleep. They listen, accept us as guests in their apartment, always with the subtext of that safehouse below and possible violence.

But then time begins to speed up, and we keep getting together, becoming friends, enjoying many gatherings and good times. Scenes quickly flash past covering different days and events together. An unexpected turn.