11/14/2023

an old dream from 11/14/2015

First half of my dream was literally dark. All I remember is having the thought, "They thought I'm dead but never made sure" waking me in a panic over being buried alive. Second fear that floated through my consciousness was live cremation.

I migrated onto the couch.

Awoke into a world mixing various parts of my life. At the Jersey shore, the house has a nice detached garage. In the dream, it's upstairs is renovated into a small studio apartment. Our former neighbor across the street, a redhead girl covered in tattoos about 15-20 years my junior, was living in that studio but it's been waiting for her return for years. Locked up, sealed up, and untouched. From the driveway I could see the small kitchen counter with a carton of milk and various other items no one in their right mind would leave out for a day, let alone years.

The house was the subdivided house hosting my basement apartment. Outside the streets were wide as Colorado Springs's avenues with many more pedestrians. My wife and I lived in the whole house, rather than the basement. There was some confusion over my location, being Australia or Colorado.

On TV was a program about gross things. One viewer wrote in about an old apartment having a musty odor but never finding the cause. At his new place, he cut open his rug to reveal a perfect hardwood floor. He returned to the old apartment, cut the rug and set a vacuuming robot loose to examine the floor. I turned off the TV not wanting to be grossed out.

My wife was leaving the house and I needed to follow her. She's a fast walker in waking life, and even faster in dreams. The sidewalks were more crowded than NYC at lunch hour. People rode my ass for walking only as fast as my fat little legs could carry me. We reached a shopping center and split up at a stairway. I went down, sliding on the railing because folks in walkers were trudging upwards and needed to go against the flow of traffic.