Dream of: 20 October 1983 (2) "Footsteps In The Attic"

I was in a movie theater watching some Spanish movies with English subtitles. I was wearing a pair of blue shorts and a tee shirt. A woman sitting beside me began talking and said my parents would expect more of me now that I was a lawyer and other people would expect more from me in terms of monetary responsibility.

I noticed Birdie had walked in and was sitting in the back of the theater.

Louise walked in, but she didn't notice Birdie because Birdie was sitting so the door blocked the view of her to anyone entering the theater. Louise walked down and sat beside me. She was carrying something which appeared to be food. I was happy to see her and hoped she wouldn't misconstrue Birdie's presence here.

I told Louise the movie was in Spanish.

I looked back and when I saw Birdie was gone, I rose and walked back to the front entrance. I looked out the door and saw a large house on the other side of the street. I walked out onto the street and realized I was somewhere on Gallia Street in New Boston, Ohio.

I stopped and thought I heard footsteps coming from the attic of the house across the street. I heard Birdie's voice, but couldn't distinguish what she had said. I walked across the street and saw Birdie standing on the porch of the house. She was wearing a long brown dress. I immediately touched her and I wanted to feel her around her waist. I said, "It's been a long time since we've touched each other."

I told Birdie I had heard footsteps in the attic of the house and asked, "Do you live alone here?"

She seemed almost demented and the entire scene seemed surrealistic. The air seemed permeated with dark shadows. I looked back across the street at the building out of which I had just come it looked like a large house instead of a theater. It had a window in the attic through which I could see a red light. I realized I had actually been living in the house; how strange it was that Birdie was actually living across the street from me.

Birdie began talking about the relationship between the two houses and said, "Oh Steve, we've broken the dynamic reservoir."

I wanted to escape from her. I didn't want to try to understand why she was here in the first place.

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