Dream of:13 November 2010 (3) "Picking Up Pieces"
I was sitting in the living room of the Gallia County Farmhouse. My sister (about 30 years old, with black hair) was living there. I had been visiting her for a few days. It seemed as if we used to be married, but we had divorced. As she was sitting on the couch, I mentioned that I had turned her computer on and off. She immediately became enraged. Since I knew I hadn't caused any damage to anything of hers, I asked, "Why do you have to be such a bitch?"
She became even angrier. She had a look in her eyes as if she were somehow going to get even with me. I told her if she ever did anything to damage anything of mine on the computer, she would be sorry. I stood up and told her I would be leaving the following morning. I picked up a red box which belonged to me and headed out to the back porch. Once outside, I spilled the contents of the box on the concrete floor. I thought the box had contained a game, but it actually contained little pieces of wood which could be used to build things. The pieces of wood were scattered all over the floor. I debated whether to pick up the pieces now or in the morning.
Suddenly I heard a noise which sounded like a motorcycle. I knew it was late at night, about 2 a.m. and I didn't know what a motorcycle would be doing way out there at that hour of night. I suddenly realized that my sister was living far out in the country like that and that she didn't even have a gun. I thought I must immediately tell her that she needed to buy a gun. If she were going to stay out there, it was imperative that she have a gun.
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