Now I have has some scrambled dreams before…but this ranks in the top ten. A lot of the detail I couldn’t remember because the scenes changed so often. Bonnie, my grandfather and I , were driving down the road in my grandmothers white car. I was sitting in the back seat, and I had been watching the scenery out the window for awhile when I noticed that something way lying in the seat beside me. It a appeared to be a curle up dead kitten. I had no idea where it came from, nor how it had died, better yet whos it was. The poor thing had been sealed in a plastic bag and if I had not known it was dead I could have easily just guessed that it was just sleeping.


The scene changed to a few days later, and we were all in the car again just as before. The cat was still in the back seat. Without really thinking of what I was doing I reached over and touched it on the head. Surprisingly its eyes opened, but just barely, just enough to see its eyes as if it was just waking up.

I yelled at my grandfather and aunt and told them that this cat was alive. They only looked at me like I was stupid. Looking down at the small kitten once more I placed my hand over its chest. Sure enough, I felt a low pulse. I tried to tell them again, but this time they wouldn’t even acknowledge me. Now I was getting frustrated with them, so in haste I tool the small animal from the bad and held it in my hands. Only then they say I was not making it up. None of us had any idea how it could be alive but it was.

I placed the kitten on the seat where it had been only a few moments before. A few minutes later I reached out to touch its face, but unexpectedly he tried to bite me. I saw the reason for that. He was starving to death, for one thing he was not very healthy looking. So we made a stop at the Albertsons store to get him something to eat.

I don't know where my grandfather went and aunt went to, but very strangely my mom appeared out of nowhere. Even more strange was the fact that I was wearing a nightgown! The ugly green one that I tried to dye black but didn’t work. This was something you would defiantely not wear around your mother, let alone get groceries in. it was extremely low cut, and I didn’t have a robe either.. at least it was long enough to cover my legs.

I walked to the back of the store towards the meat market, and I stoped near the end of the isles in front of the meat dept, a strange feeling came over me just then. Looking back into the market I saw Frank, one of the meat cutters, working as usual. Nothing strange about that. I walked over to the meat case, and to my surprise lauras head popped up out of nowhere. Scared me half to death.

I said hey to her as I usually did, though I don't think she recognized me at first. I probably startled her a little. When she came to she was just as happy to see me as always. She asked me how I was and where id been. We talked for a few minutes.

Moments later I thought I saw another figure in white move around back in the market. I thought maybe it was mike for a second, but not by the way he was moving. He came out through the side door with his back to us, it turned out to be old chris, who turned around with that stupid grin on his face he always wore. I wondered what the hell he was doing here. Chris had hung it up months ago. He was a nice guy (sometimes) but he wasn’t worth a shit as a seafood manager.

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we were going through the checkout now. Personally I was a bit confused everything looked so different than what it normally would. I guess that’s normal for dreams anyway.

it was almost sundown outside now. The parking lot was probably only 2/5 full now, and I was alone. Somehow I still found my grandfathers car. Wait a minute didn’t we come to the store in my grandmothers car? Hmm….well guess it doesn’t matter. I glanced toward the other end of the parking lot. I saw mike and lauras car parked together as they usually did. There used to be a time were we all parked together, by laura anyway.

I was about ready to start the car and head home when I saw a slight movement in one of the cars, caught my eye. Even though it was almost dark out and hard to see from that far off. I looked through the window of mikes car. There was a figure moving but I could not tell if it was him or not. The only thing I could tell was that the person was wearing a hat. That didn’t mean anything though, besides I couldn’t give a shit anyway.

I pulled the car out and faced away from the store towards the traffic. Then I stopped the car for a few moments. I don't really know why. But then once again I was puzzled. The end of the lot was different. The fence was gone. In its place was a 6ft wide strip of grass. Reminded me of a cheesy school parking lot of some sort.

For some strange reason I found myself stepping out of the car. I glanced at the bottom of the parking lot, and tried to comprehend what I was looking at. Apparently that was the stupid thing to do….the car slowly started rolling towards the bottom of the parking lot….to make it worse beyond the grass is were the traffic road was. I panicked and tried to do anything possible to stop it but I couldn’t…..i only watched helplessly as it rolled down the lot. As it rolled onto the grass I turned away closed my eyes and covered my ears….the wind blowing my hair….the nightgown I still wore flapped with it as well.

Strange feelings came over me then….sadness, despair, anger, heartbreak, and a deep sense of loneliness. The car crashed….i hesitated for a few moments, then I lifted my head. Slowly I turned and looked at the wreckage….only then did I forget to breath. It was demolished. What the hell was my grandfather going to say….? This was worse than the time when my cousin and I drove to Knoxville for a creed concert, when he overdrove it and threw the gears out of line. Only this time I was no longer drivable. What the hell was I going to do now.

As I turned back around tears streamed down my face…although not because of the stupid car. The feelings had somehow just overwhelmed me and could not be held back any longer. I looked back one more time hoping to find that the car never wrecked that it was fine….but nothing changed. The wreckage was hard to see now with it being so dark.

I wanted someone to be there with me so I wouldn’t feel so alone…but of coarse no one was and no one would. Finally realizing the reality of this, I sank to the ground with my head down and eyes closed. I just sat there…trying not to cry. I sat waiting and wondering…what was this supposed to mean? I wish I could have seen the answer. Then something also tells me that I really don't want to know.