Friday, August 15, 2008
don't mess with Texas
Dreamt last night that me and the missus went to visit Farmer's Wife in Texas. We were invited to her son's birthday party (she has a beautiful house, btw, according to my dream) and it is a hot and dry and mountainous place--although she lives in a flat part of Texas (they're farmers, right?).
WELL, that was the fun part of the dream. An 18 wheeler pulled up and the trucker dumped a huge box on the ground, which was for me. It split open and was a mess (never did find out what was in there for me) and I started chasing him as he drove away but I took an unfamiliar turn out of the driveway and I was alone running up the mountain roadway and came to a river and the truck crashed through the bridge onto the ice covered river, taking another car with it, and I could see that somebody had rigged the bridge to fall but I was the lone witness to a crime, and I scrambled up the other side and came across a school that turned out to be full of voodoo stuff, like dead alligators and skulls and shrunken heads.....
Well, anyway. I am not blaming my host here, but the whole thing reminds me of Twin Peaks--you ask, what is all this and why am I in the middle of it?