my mother has a dream

She is at home, but it doesn’t actually look like home. It is the morning in which she is dreaming, and she is planning to do the things she plans to do in waking (paint the dinging room, etc.). I am there with them, and she’s laying in bed with M., just relaxing, talking about the day when the dog starts barking outside. She asks M. if he left the dog out, and he says he did. She asks me to please go let the dog in. So I go but come back soon and I’m standing expressionless in their room, pushing a door, which is vertical, toward them slowly. At this point, she gets creeped out. I don’t know if it’s my expressionlessness or the nonsensical action of pushing the door. She asks me what the hell is wrong with me and sees that I’m wearing headphones. She approaches me and sees that the cords from the headphones are going into my mouth. Now she’s getting really freaked out and can’t get me to talk so she opens my mouth and finds it is full of battery packs. She tries to pull them out and they break apart in her hands and crumble up and there just seems to be more and more of them. She feels as though this is something I have done to myself. She screams at M. to call 911, to do it quickly. But in his usual manner, he is clam and doesn’t rush at all. She gets very angry with him, screaming at him while trying to clear out my mouth. On the phone, M. is chatting nonchalantly with the 911 dispatcher and my mother just keeps yelling.

Then she wakes up. She’s totally freaked out when I call later in the day. She has to tell me all about it.

~ by ineffable infinitude on January 21, 2008.