I usually have creative dreams, but this one was out there!
I was living with my parents in a very old house. I was adult height. The house in the dream was not like any house I ever lived in or have ever seen before. It was a very old house - not ancient and nothing special about it.
My Dad decided it was time to remodel the garage. I took a sledge hammer and broke through one of the side walls of the garage. I was surprised to see that there was a room on the other side of the wall. it was a very skinny room, only 4 feet wide, but was as deep as the garage. The room had no doors, but it did have a window. The room was filled with Junkies, lying all over the place, on scattered scraps of broken down furniture.
In the hole I made in the wall, there were 3 service lines exposed. They looked like PVC pipes. Each had a vibrant color: Yellow, Red and Green. By the colors, I understood them to be gas lines. As I looked closer, they were more like garden hoses than PVC pipe, kind of rubbery. Dad thought there might be a leak. So I went to a corner of the garage where the gas controls were. There were knobs that controlled the gas lines. Each knob was the same color as the gas line. I attempted to turn one of the gas lines off. I turned the knob the wrong way, and the yellow line began to quickly expand, becoming so full it looked like a large balloon.
Dad's yelling at me, I'm asking for help, I finally get it shut off.
I turned my attention to the Junkies. My intention was to throw them out. One of them was a smart mouth scrawny lady who knew what I was thinking and said: We got squatter's rights - and I knew she was right. So I tried to think of a way to make them leave on their own. So I thought - if there was no electricity, it would be cold and dark, and maybe they would leave.
I walked around the house to the back yard, to find the fusebox. My wife, Karen, was there to help me. The cabinet on the fuse box was locked. I managed to break the lock. Looking inside the cabinet, I couldn't figure out how to turn the electricity off.
Monday, October 3, 2011
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