Dream of: 04 May 1982 (2) "Neglecting the Dog"
I was in a house in which my mother was living in Portsmouth on a street
which seemed to be behind Sherman Street. The house seemed somewhat like the
house of my old friend since high school, Steve Buckner, except this house 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 had not
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 did not mention I had not bought him
anything. I did not even say Happy Birthday. We talked a few minutes about
something else and then hung up.
My old high school friend Mike
Walls, who seemed somewhat like Randy Ramey (another old friend) , had come to visit me. I had two tiny, purple pills about
the size of a pin head which were LSD. Mike 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 Mike had given me
with the two I already had and ate all four.
Mike 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.
Mike 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 Mike had more
marijuana. I began thinking since the acid was not 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 did not really want to, just so I could get off better on
the acid.
Looking at Mike 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 did not want to be with him,
but I did not 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 (a one-room, log cabin which I
built in 1979 on the highest hill of the Gallia County Farm). I remembered
that I had left my dog Dac at the Cabin and that I had not been back in two 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 had not run away, he might
have gone down to the 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 was not working. Besides, I did not 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 did not mind that I
saw her. She looked young and had shoulder-length dark hair. I could not 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.
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