It's around twilight sometime in the spring and I'm walking up the big hill on hIghway 93. My feet are bare and there are broken beer bottles all along the dirt shoulder. As I walk I can occasionally feel tiny bits of glass dig into my feet. I keep thinking I should dig my phone out of my bag and post on Twitter in regards to the shitty walking conditions.
"Broken glass everywhere. People are assholes."
For some reason I don't get around to it, in spite of the fact that the two sentences are swimming through my head. Instead I press on, up the hill.
Out in front of Smiles Per Hour I spot another phone on the ground. Picking it up, I examine it a bit and eventually decide to toss it away. I continue walking but I find it more and more difficult to avoid the glass that has become increasingly noticeable and irritating. I worry a little that I may seriously cut myself to the point that I cannot walk any longer and decide to cross the road to the other side where there is a sidewalk.
Next stop, buy some shoes.
I reach the mall and my youngest daughter is there, sobbing that she had found a phone and tried to call me but she couldn't figure out how to use it. I reassure her and we go into a restaurant. Upon entering it appears there is some kind of raucous party going on. I quickly find myself shoved into a corner near a dark, wide staircase.
Suddenly four guys carrying a fifth guy in a wheelchair start pushing their way through the crowd towards the dark staircase. I have to do some fancy footwork to avoid being shoved into the abyss as they crowd past. I mumble apologies but stop, because suddenly I'm a little pissed off that these guys don't seem to have any regard for their surroundings. Just because they have to carry their friend in his wheelchair it doesn't mean that they get to be jerks about it.
That was quite the detailed dream. A psychology student could do her/his dissertation on that dream, not that it's a bad thing. What's "Smiles Per Hour"?
ReplyDeleteIt's a used car place, I think, or a mechanic shop... Maybe both.
DeleteSo, you feel pushed around by well intenetioned people?
ReplyDeleteIt does sound like you don't want to be pushed around by something/someone.
ReplyDeleteWhat does the broken glass symbolize? Some kind of tough issue that's tearing you up perhaps?
I'd think it's probably little annoyances, since I'm not actually getting cut by the glass.. I dunno.
DeleteI find some of this interesting. Again with the staircase (a common theme in your dreams). I love that you think of Twitter lol the other thing that I find funny is that there's no sidewalk on that road. Then of course I wonder about the glass, and seeing your daughter in the mall must also have significance.
ReplyDeleteDreams drive me nuts sometimes. I really wonder why the hell we have them lol
P. S. So everyone knows Smiles Per Hour is a mechanic shop that does seem to sell used cars.
As I mentijoned today, I believe it's indicative that I miss the twitter.
DeleteI have concluded that the pieces of glass represent actual assholes and the way their assholeness affects everyone. And the crowded restaurant also respresents assholes and the chaos that inevitably follows them.
ReplyDeleteYay! Someone else who has crazy ass dreams!
ReplyDeletePS- awesome job on the guest post today. :)
Thanks so much! I'm glad you enjoyed it.
DeleteBroken glass. I bet that is a treasure trove item for dream analysts.
ReplyDeleteI called you out on my blog. Check it out.
I shall go take a look.
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