Dream of:04 May 1982 (2) "Neglecting The Dog"
I was in a house in whichmy mother was living in Portsmouth on a street which seemed to be behind Sherman Street. The house seemed somewhat like Buckner's house, except it was on a different block and was shaped differently. It seemed as if the house were on the side of a hill.
It was my father's birthday and my father was supposed to come to my mother's house today. My father had been doing quite a few things for me recently, and I felt bad because I hadn't bought him a birthday present. I had simply failed to buy anything for him. My mother had however bought him a nice present and had left it at his office for him. I thought the present might be a typewriter.
My father called to tell me something and he mentioned that my mother had bought him a nice gift. I told him I already knew, even though I didn't mention I hadn't bought him anything. I didn't even say Happy Birthday. We talked a few minutes about something else and then hung up.
Walls, who seemed somewhat like Ramey, had come to visit me. I had two tiny, purple pills about the size of a pin head which were LSD. Walls had two more purple pills which were on the heads of matches. He was going to sell them to me. I took them from him and walked alone out behind the house. I scrapped the match heads off into a small box which had some marijuana mixed in with it. I began picking out the marijuana and throwing it on the ground. I put the two hits Walls had given me with the two I already had, and ate all four.
Walls walked out of the house carrying a plant which I at first thought was a marijuana plant. When I looked at it more closely I saw it was some other kind of plant, although its leaves looked like those of a marijuana plant.
Walls began doing something with the ground for the plant. He asked me what I had done with the marijuana which had been in the little box. I told him I had thrown it onto the ground. He looked surprised and said he needed to pick it up so no one would find it. I told him I had taken all four hits of acid. He seemed somewhat surprised. I was barely feeling the effects of the acid; I told him it seemed as if the acid had lost some of its strength.
I knew Walls had more marijuana. I began thinking since the acid wasn't that strong, I might want to smoke some of his marijuana to enhance the strength of the acid. I might smoke some, even though I didn't really want to, just so I could get off better on the acid.
Looking at Walls more closely, I realized he had Steve Reed's (an acquaintance) face, and as I looked more at him, he began to seem like an evil person. I began thinking I was going to waste my trip if I were going to be with him. I didn't want to be with him, but I didn't want to be completely alone. I told him I might want to be alone a little later. I said, "But I don't know that I'll want to be alone. But I might want to be alone for an hour later. But I don't intend on being alone completely."
It was evening. I walked into the house, thinking about calling my father. I knew my step-grandfather Clarence and my grandmother Mabel were at my father's visiting him. I began thinking about my Cabin. I remembered that I had left my dog Dac at the Cabin and that I hadn't been back in 2 days. I thought how negligent that was of me to have left my dog there. I wanted to ask Clarence and Mabel if they had fed Dac. If he hadn't run away, he might have gone down to the Gallia County Farmhouse. It was just terrible that I had walked off and left him without any food. I picked up the phone and dialed one number, but the phone apparently wasn't working. Besides, I didn't really want to talk with my father.
A car was parked in front of the house and my flute was in the car. As I continued talking to Reed, I thought to myself, "I need my flute. I've got to have my flute if I'm going to be up here tripping, to play."
I was just about to go down to the car and fetch the flute, when my mother hollered at me from the bathroom. She asked me to bring her the hairbrush. I picked up the hairbrush and walked through the open door into the bathroom. She was crouched down in the high water in a large tub to my left. She apparently didn't mind that I saw her. She looked young, and had shoulder-length dark hair. I couldn't see all of her breasts because they were partially submerged in the water. I thought when I handed her the brush I would reach down and touch her breasts, but then I thought, "Na, I better not do that."
I asked her if I owed her anything. She said no. I knew she had found me a job working for my grandfather Liston and my grandmother Leacy; I might owe her something for that.Dream Epics Home Page
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