Dream of:31 July 2010 "Chained"
Since I hadn't seen Michelle for a couple days, I wondered where she was. Almost automatically without my knowing it, I walked into the apartment of Michelle's ex-boyfriend, Wayne, who lived in government subsidized housing in an area in Portsmouth called Wayne Hills. Once I realized I was standing in Wayne's living room, I hollered out his name. I heard him say something, then saw him walk out of his bedroom. Unhealthy-looking, unnaturally thin, he was twisting his torso as if he couldn't stand up straight. When he walked back to his bedroom, I followed him.
Wayne said he had hurt himself when he had tried to move some wooden shelves out of his bedroom. He pointed out an empty place along a wall where the shelves had sat. Obviously he had moved the shelves from the room. It didn't look to me as if the moving of the shelves should have been so arduous as to have caused his injury, but apparently injury had resulted.
I was wondering if he had seen Michelle.
I was sitting in the driver's seat of my car which was parked in front of Wayne's apartment. Wayne was standing outside the car, talking with me. He talked about Michelle and how she had thrown a fit (apparently the day before). Wayne had had a couple monster models constructed from old Aurora model kits such as I had had when I had been a boy. I now recalled Wayne's having stood in front of me with a model in each hand when I had been in the apartment. He had shown me the Phantom of the Opera and the Hunchback of Notre Dame models.
I asked him which model Michelle had broken, and he said, "the one with the rock." I knew he meant the Hunchback of Notre Dame, because the Hunchback was bent over in the model, chained to a rock. Michelle had thrown the model against something and had broken the model. I told Wayne I would have bought those models from him. He said something else which I at first didn't understand, but then realized he had been speaking about "nests" of freaky unsavory people in Huntington, West Virginia, about 60 kilometers away. Apparently a person could hang out with those people until he got to know them, then the person could buy models from them. I wasn't at all interested in doing something like that.
I was, however, intrigued by learning that Michelle had visited Wayne. It looked as if she might be staying with him again.
Wayne said Michelle had broken his models because he hadn't had any money. I envisioned a scene where Michelle had wanted money for pills, and when she hadn't been able to obtain it, she had become violent and had started breaking things. Obviously she hadn't changed. I had thought she was supposed to stop doing drugs, but clearly she hadn't.
Still sitting in the car, I heard my cell phone ring. I picked up the phone and looked at the screen, which had a little shutter on it which I first had to push up in order to see the screen. Even after I had pushed up the shutter I still couldn't tell who was calling, so I simply hit the answer button. I put the phone to my ear and heard Michelle's voice on the other end. She sounded tired and worn out. She said something about having trouble finding a parking space. It sounded as if she was supposed to be at Wal-Mart.
Just listening to her made me upset. I didn't know where she was. I figured she was probably lying about being at Wal-Mart. I told her I didn't need to know what she was doing, then I mentioned I had already heard she had thrown a fit with Wayne. She was silent. I told her I knew about the model which she had broken. I began castigating her erratic behavior and her waste of time. I talked about how a person should use his or her time to accomplish something. She had used up a lot of time, but she hadn't accomplished anything. I said, "I see you're as bad as ever," then I added, "I don't know why you call."
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