The following is an actual dream included in my dream journal, and does not describe actual factsDream of: 20 February 1993 "Wit And Intelligence"
Another fellow and I had gone to visit an old woman in a house where she was living. When we walked in, the woman was lying on her back on the floor. She was decrepit, barely alive. She was as flat as a piece of paper. Apparently she had been lying here a very long time.
When I spoke to her, I was surprised she could even respond. She looked filthy and dirty, and appeared to be moist under her. I was disgusted by the sight. I thought I should do something to help her, but I didn't know what to do. I wondered how long she had been here like this.
After I sat down in a chair, the old woman's son walked in and sat down in a chair on the other side of the room. He had black hair, was in his 20s and looked like a hood. He pulled out a pistol and brandished it about. I also had a handgun in my left rear pocket. I put my hands behind me, thinking that if necessary, I would pull out my gun to defend myself.
When he stood up, I and the fellow with me also stood up. The woman's son walked toward the door, turned around and pointed his gun at me. I didn't think he was serious about trying to shoot me, but I pulled out my gun and pointed it at him. My gun was the kind which had a shaft which had to be pulled back. I did so. I knew if I made a mistake, I could blow his head off. When the other fellow with me also pulled out a gun, the son seemed to realize the danger and he backed off.
The fellow with me and I were just about to leave. I spoke to the woman again, and told her I thought she was a woman of "wit and intelligence". And she had impressed me that way. I asked her if she would like to be moved from here. She let me know that the question was ridiculous, that of course she would like to be moved from here. But she was paralyzed and couldn't move herself.
I was surprised and shocked to see the fellow with me walk over to the woman and began prying her off the floor. There was such a stench from under the woman, and the sight of the filth was so disgusting, I began gagging. I thought I was going to vomit. I myself had thought of hiring someone to help the woman, but the thought of my companionís actually trying to pick her up was almost incomprehensible.
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