Dream of:
06 February 2007 "Intruders"My mother and I were sitting in the living room of my sister's Kenwood Drive House. My sister and my brother-in-law had gone somewhere else to spend the night, and I was going to stay in the House overnight with my mother.
I noticed a Playboy magazine lying nearby. It looked brand new and appeared to have come in the mail. I thought it must belong to my brother-in-law. I wondered what my sister would do if she knew my brother-in-law was receiving Playboys. I picked it up and began leafing through it. I saw many pictures of naked women, but all the women were extremely ugly. The bodies were decent, but the faces were some of the ugliest I had ever seen. I looked at the cover of the magazine, thinking this edition must be devoted to ugly women. Nothing about ugly women was written on the front or the back of the magazine. I opened the magazine to the first page, which said something about "lingerie," but nothing about ugly women. I couldn't figure it out.
I figured my brother-in-law must have a collection of Playboys somewhere in the house. I wondered where. I thought they might be hidden down in the basement with his tools. I thought I might go down there and look. I stuck the Playboy under the couch, thinking I would later put it back where I had found it. My mother hadn't noticed anything.
Both my mother and I dozed off, and when I awoke, it was 7 a.m. the following morning. I stood up and walked into the kitchen, intending to take the door from the kitchen to the basement. I was surprised to see a bunch of golf clubs in the kitchen. The gold clubs being in the kitchen seemed strange, and I wondered if my brother-in-law was perhaps still it the house and hadn't left yet. Then I noticed that the back door to the kitchen was open and that the screen in the door had been cut.
I looked around and realized the microwave oven which had been sitting on the table had disappeared. I looked further to see if anything else was missing, but everything else seemed in place, although I figured something else had also probably been taken. I figured my sister and my brother-in-law would probably blame me.
I rushed back into the living room and anxiously told my mother that someone was in the house, that someone had broken in the house and might still be here. She immediately picked up a phone and started calling the police. I thought I should also call the police, but I wanted to get out of the house first. I walked back into the kitchen, then returned again to the living room. My mother was standing in front of a door which looked like the door to the upstairs in the 29th Street House. She was pushing on the door. Apprehensive that someone might come rushing out the door, I picked up a golf club and I hollered out something like, "We know you're there!"
Suddenly my mother pulled the door open. No one was there. She started up the stairs. I did not want her to go upstairs. I hollered, "No, mom, no! Damn it to hell!"
I couldn't stop her. She continued easing up the stairs.
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