Friday, October 15, 2010
In the dream, I was ______ ________. I had come to a man's house to steal money from him, and he came home as I was standing in his kitchen. I went out on the window ledge to hide, but I was very drunk, so I almost fell. He saw me and laughed-- one would expect this sort of thing from ______ ________. A woman pulled me in and carried me down a hallway. Suddenly, I was carrying her. I laid her on a bed, and decided that the time was right to tell her I was ill. And then I wasn't ______ anymore. I became ______'s son, standing in the corner, watching. And ______ told the woman about his illness, and told her that he would be okay. And in the corner, as ______'s son, I began to cry, because I knew he was wrong-- he would not be okay, he was dying. And then I was ______ ________ again, looking at the corner where I thought I had seen someone and where there was now no one, and I turned and looked back at the woman on the bed. She was a blackened, burned corpse.