Timber

Dream 2/16/2017

        It's Easter holiday. A large group of friends and family gather at my old house in Middletown, Indiana. Much of our stuff is still here.

        I walk to the family room, which used to be the garage. I look out the french doors to the large backyard. I see a truck. Whose truck is that? I see two men chopping down a tree. It's one of our favorite trees that holds a tire swing that was hung by my dad. I walk to the front room and ask my sister if she hired lumberjacks to cut down the tree. She didn't. We run to the backyard and call the men inside. We ask them why they're cutting down our tree. They said they were hired to do it. My sister jumps in and says, "no, I didn't hire anyone to cut it down." They suddenly change their story and say the previous owner hired them. I ask them what the previous owners name is. One of the men looks at me and smiles as if to say you caught me, Chief. "You slick piece of shit," I say to him. We tell them to get out of our home.

        I'm having a serious craving for something sweet. I grab a bowl of caramel ice cream. When I'm finished, I join the rest of the group in the kitchen but I'm still hungry. I start hunting through the refrigerator and freezer. I find another box of caramel ice cream. I look for my bowl and see it on the table next to my grandpa. It still has remnants of ice cream coating the inside. I reach to grab it when grandpa starts joking and says, "no, it's my bowl. It's my ice cream," he says. I let out a snicker and take the bowl. I enjoy my second round of the frozen dessert. Dream ends.

I WAKE UP

Field Trip

Dream 6-17-13

Today my class is taking a field trip to a museum. We make it to the front desk. Everybody gets registered. My friend Anthony and I are the last in line. We have some trouble with our paperwork. The class leaves without us. We hurry. When our registration is finally completed, we start towards the grand lobby. There are people everywhere. We are having trouble finding out classmates. The hall is set up like a palace, with one set of stairs leading down onto the main floor and the one set on the opposite side of the room leading into the main door of the museum. We stand on one set of stairs and think we see some of our friends on the opposite stairs. We rush down the stairs, through the lobby floor, pushing our way through gobs of people on the path. We run up the stairs and through the main door. Several hallways lay before us. We are lost. We start to run down various halls until we finally stumble upon our class.

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The museum tour comes to an end. We all make it to the main floor of the lobby. It's lunchtime. On one side of the hall are an enormous buffet of delicious food and even more yummy desserts. The teacher tells us to take all the food we want, but whatever we do, do not take any of the desserts. I wait until the class takes a nap on the lobby floor then I make my way over to the dessert buffet. It's full of caramel brownies and chocolate peanut clusters and cookies. I grab one of each. I pour chocolate syrup over everything. Cover it in saran wrap and stuff it into my backpack. I will eat these when the time is right. The class starts to wake up. The teacher tells us that the field trip is over and we need to make our way to the bus. We all run to the bus as if it were a race. I try to find a seat in the back but instead settle for the third row from the back. I sit by myself. Somebody says they smell chocolate. Dream ends.

I wake up.