Dream of:17 May 1982 "Motorcycle Burn"
I was in the student union building at Baylor. I was sitting down, talking to some people. Davis (a fellow law student) andmy friend Leah were there.
I had previously had a small three room apartment—kitchen, living room and bedroom. Leah was now living in the apartment. I hadn't known Leah was planning on moving out of the apartment, but she told Davis she moving out. Davis was contemplating on moving into it at the end of the following month. Since Davis was uncertain, I told Leah I would like to move back into the apartment if Davis didn't move in.
She replied, "Oh, I didn't know that."
As soon as Davis heard I was interested in moving in, he seemed more sure he wanted to move in. I didn't know what to say to discourage Davis from wanting to move in, but Leah sensed what I wanted and she said she wished there was something that could be done about the loud noises in the apartment. I chimed in, "Yea, I remember now. There were times when I couldn't go to sleep because there were these people making loud noises over there."
Davis was listening to what was being said, but I couldn't tell whether he was going to take the apartment. I said, "Well, if he decides not to take it, just let me know."
It was morning. I sat there for about an hour and a half, thinking that I was just wasting my time. Finally, I went home to a large house where I was living. I went to bed, and the next morning I overslept until around 10 o'clock when I overheard someone at the door. I didn't want to get up, but finally I did and went to the door. When I opened it, I saw Leah's daughter standing there. She needed something, perhaps a book or some keys, which I gave to her.
From where I was I could see down a hill to a street in front of the house. Leah was in a car on the street, trying to park. Leah's daughter returned to Leah. I felt bad because I had overslept; I didn't really want to talk to Leah right now; I said to myself, "Oh no. It looks like Leah is going to park and come up."
She parked the car and walked up to the house. But she only stayed for a minute, then turned and walked back to the street. There she jumped on a motorcycle parked in front of the house. I stood in the door, uncertain what to think. Leah began riding around in front of the house, obviously not knowing what she was doing. It looked as if she were probably going to wreck. I was petrified for a moment and I didn't know what to do. It looked as if she had lost control of the motorcycle and she didn't know how to turn it off. Perhaps I should run down and try to stop her. Finally, the motorcycle turned over on her trapping her leg under it. She didn't move, but I heard her scream. I knew the engine was hot and would burn her as it pressed on her leg.
I quickly ran to the bottom of the hill, thinking that I should have run down earlier to be prepared for something like that. I ran to her and lifted the motorcycle off her. I tried to turn it off, but it just kept running. I finally just laid it down.
I picked Leah up. I could see that her leg was burnt, and that it needed some salve on it. I didn't know if I could find the right kind of salve; I decided I needed to take her to the hospital. She was so small I was able to pick her up in the palm of one hand. I also picked up the keys and put them in my pocket. I began running, thinking I had to get her to the hospital. But suddenly I thought, "Well, I left the kid back there."
But then I realized I had the kid with the keys in my pocket. I raced off to the hospital. I left Leah at the hospital and went to a house wheremy father and my mother were living. I had go get something from their house, and then intended to return to the hospital.
During the activity, I had cut one of the fingers on my right hand, and had burnt one of the fingers on my left hand.
I told my mother and my father the story of what had happened. I could see professor Newton standing in one room of the house. When I told my father and my mother that I had taken Leah to the hospital, I could see that Newton was interested. As soon as I finished the story, he came into the room and said, "Get your coat. Let's go."
I knew he wanted to go to the hospital. I said, "All right," and we left.Dream Epics Home Page
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