Disjointed Dream
This dream was one of the strangest that I’ve had in a while….
I was sitting in a sweltering bus crossing a vast desert on a remote highway. In the bus were two former professional baseball players. One was talking about how the other had made two home runs in a row in the exact same way. As he was describing the home runs, I could picture them in my mind with amazing clarity. I could smell the peanuts, taste my hot dog, hear the crowd, feel the warmth of the sun on my face, and revel in the excitement of a home run being hit.
As I turned to the player that hit the home runs to congratulate him, I was faced with the fattest man that I’ve ever seen. He took up two seats on the bus, and corpulent rolls of fat rolled out from every crevasse of his body. He had no neck at all. He just had a lump of a head sitting atop several rolls of fat that drooped down into his shoulder area. It was quite disturbing. I couldn’t imagine this man as a professional athlete of any kind. He just smiled at me, and drawled out, “I haven’t always been this fat.”
Upon hearing these words, I found myself in the middle of a field surrounded by white horses that were on the verge of death. I know that many years ago, I read a story about a man that witnessed the death of a white horse, and it drove him to insanity. I knew that if I didn’t save every last horse, that I would be driven insane. Maybe I already was insane. I didn’t know. Among the horses stood a single black cow. I knew that if I could milk the cow, that I could feed the horses the milk, and then save their lives. I started furiously milking the cow, and forcing the horses to drink the purple milk that came from the black cow. In the end, I saved all of the horses, but I was exhausted. However, my sanity was safe.
As I found myself falling asleep in the field, I could smell the distinct smell of burning popcorn, and I discovered that I was in the lobby of my favorite movie theater. Something was wrong though. The lobby was full of teenage zombies, and the clerks behind the counter were also zombies. Somehow, they didn’t attack me. I got my burned popcorn in hand, and a large Diet Coke. I walked right past the usher without them seeing me, which was a good thing because I didn’t have a ticket. I ended up in a theater that was showing news clips from World War II. I never personally experienced this, but my grandparents told me that this was how the news of the war would reach the United States populace. I sat in wonder as I watched video of men storming beaches, firing their guns, and dying horrible deaths.
I decided that I didn’t want to watch any more of this, so I left my burned popcorn and partially drunk Diet Coke behind. As I walked out of the theater, I found myself on the side of a desert road. A large purple and white bus roared through the shimmering heat towards me, and it ground to a halt with the hiss of air brakes. The driver opened the door, and told me to get inside. When I entered the bus, the two baseball players were there waiting for me. The fat one waved me over, “Come on, boy. Have a seat. We’ve been waiting for you.”
As I sat back down in the bus, I woke up to something that startled me. It was about 4:45 in the morning, and for some reason I was very frightened. One of my cats looked up at me with concern. She came over to me and started to lick my face to comfort me. Her purring and attention calmed me down and told me that everything was right with the world. I cuddled up to her, and slowly fell back to a peaceful sleep…
