Dream of: 07 March 1998 (2) "Beavers"

I was in a building on the Gallia County Farm, a building sitting near where the Farmhouse normally stood. The building seemed to resemble a garage on the first floor, with living spaces on the second floor. I was walking through the second floor, looking over the run-down rooms.

I had decided to fix up the place and live there for a while; it was going to take a lot of work. One side of the building even seemed to be tilting – it would probably have to be jacked back up. The room I had picked to set up my computer didn't even have windows – I would probably have to cut some out. The place was in pretty rough shape, but it began to look a little better after I pulled up some old linoleum from the floor and threw it out a window. I thought I would like it there.

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I was standing in the front yard of the Farmhouse, in front of the porch, when a couple young women (not more than 20 years old) rode up on horses. One woman was exceptionally pretty – she had blonde hair and a beautiful face. I was already acquainted with her and had seen her on the Farm before, but I had never realized how pretty she was. I could hardly take my eyes off her.

When the two girls dismounted and stood in front of me, talking with some other people sitting on the porch, I wanted to say something to them, but I couldn't think of anything. Suddenly I looked down toward the muddy waters of Symmes Creek, at the bottom of the hill in front of the House, and saw what appeared to be four logs floating in the creek. I immediately realized the objects weren't logs, but beavers. I spoke to the pretty girl, motioning toward the creek, and telling her she should look down there. As soon as she turned to look, the beavers began diving under the water. The girl scornfully told me I shouldn't have spoken so loudly, and she walked away.

Befuddled, I continued staring at the creek, and watched as the beavers returned. I wanted to tell the girl the beavers were there again, but she had disappeared. This time there were not simply four beavers, but hundreds of them. I had never seen anything like it. Beavers were swimming everywhere. Some had even climbed out of the water onto the bank, something I had never seen before in front of the Farmhouse. I wished the girl could see and I looked around for her. Finally I spotted her – she had walked down into the field closer to the creek, and with several other people, she was standing and watching the beavers. So she was able to see them after all.

The only other person with whom I could share the sight was my first cousin Jimmy, who was sitting on the front porch. When I looked at him, I saw he was already enjoying the view. The two of us simply continued staring at the marvelous display.

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