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I had a very weird dream last night... one that totally defies any explanation that I can think of at the moment.
It began with me having to drive to an area of Toronto to get an auto part from a car dealership there. That would be about a 5 hour drive for me.
However, in my dream, I decided to work in a trip to a dog breeder to purchase a collie pup. I detoured north of Toronto to the dog breeder's place. It was located on a large farm with an old-fashioned white wooden farmhouse.
I was invited inside to have a drink before we were supposed to look at the dogs. Of all things, the woman served me a very strong pina colada in a giant wineglass. I can remember feeling concerned about drinking it and then having to drive through downtown Toronto before the start of my 5 hour drive home, so I drank a little from the glass and then pushed it behind a couple of plants on a bookcase.
While we drank our pina coladas, the woman chatted and showed me photographs of her dogs, but I remember becoming annoyed because this just seemed to go on and on and it was already 2 in the afternoon.
Finally, just before we were supposed to go out to see the puppies, the woman said, "Oh, I hear my husband outside... He'll be disappointed if you leave before he has a chance to meet you.... However, I think I'd better tell you that he can behave a little oddly, but don't let it bother you at all. It makes him upset when people get nervous around him".
Then she indicated that I should go out through the back door, which led into a wide alley like you see down the center of an old dairy barn where two rows of cow stanchions face each other across it. She didn't come out with me as she said she had a few things to do first.
I looked around for a moment, and then an exceptionally tall and strong man came walking up the center of the barn alley. The barn was dimly lit, so I saw him in silhouette at first as he came towards me. He had a long step and walked easily, like a very young man. As he approached and I was able to see him better, he appeared to be quite handsome and also very young-looking compared to his wife. He was carrying an empty plastic pop bottle in one hand.
As he came up to me, he smiled amiably and said, "Hi there!" and reached out to shake my hand. Then, he turned and seemed to expect me to walk along beside him, so that's what I did. Instead of engaging in a normal conversation, he began saying things that made absolutely no sense to me while periodically bending down to scrape the plastic pop bottle along the floor. I walked along beside him, unsure of whether to talk, or just listen. This went on for a couple of minutes, but then he seemed to become very agitated and walked over to a cluster or stainless steel pipes that were part of the pipeline milking system and grabbed hold of them and started shaking them like mad while yelling all kinds of meaningless things.
I wasn't nervous of him, but I was upset because I began to think that I had done something terrible that set him off.... I said "I'll be back in a minute" and calmly walked to the door of the house and called the woman to come and see if her husband was OK. She ran and got a cardboard box and said, "Oh, it's alright... he gets this way quite often."
We returned to the barn, but the man seemed to be nowhere in sight, but as we approached the pipes where I had last seen him, there was this "thing" standing in his place holding onto the pipes...
I say "thing" because I can't really describe it very well, although I think I know what it was because I saw it in a book last week. It was one of those bizarre folk-art people that are made out of wire with hundreds of bottlecaps threaded onto the arms and legs, and with a grinning face made from a piece of plywood cut into the shape of a little sun.... And it had small pieces of plywood cut out into formless little feet and hands. It was "alive" and still grasping onto the pipes and making strange muffled cries.
When I saw it, I experienced such a feeling of overwhelming pathos that I started to cry. I picked it up and put it into the cardboard box that the woman was holding out towards me. And then we carried it to the house where she put it down on the floor. I sat with it and held its little wooden hand which felt so small in the palm of mine, and then I tried to calm it down by saying whatever thing came to mind in a soothing voice. After awhile, its little wooden head tilted to one side and it curled up and seemed to be going to sleep. The woman returned and said, "Oh, he'll be alright now".
I looked up and saw that there was a clock which indicated that it was 5 p.m. and I became panicked feeling as I realized that I only had an hour to get into Toronto to get the part, and that I would then have a 5 hour drive home after. The woman tried to convince me to have another drink, but I declined and got into my truck to depart.
As I was backing out of the laneway, I realized that I had never seen the dogs and was leaving without getting the puppy that I had driven all of the way there for. I sat there debating on whether to go back in to try to get the puppy and risk not getting to Toronto before the dealership closed.... I became very agitated and confused... and at that point, I awoke....
Strange dream... The funny thing is that the "overwhelming pathos" sensation was still with me when I awoke during the night.
Hmmmmm.....
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