|More old dreams (if you're interested)
||[Aug. 9th, 2003|09:13 pm]
|||||The Saints--Prodigal Son||]|
I was at a fair in Morgan Hill and saw a huge amount of smoke coming from San Martin. I ran to the source which was on Columbet Avenue, and was relieved that it wasn't our house. I went back to the fair and soon saw smoke coming from the east. I went towards it but couldn't seem to speed up to more than a slow walk, so by the time I got there our house (for it was our house) was burned to the ground. I looked among the ruins for our pets, but all that I found were charred bones.
I made a milkshake and was really proud of it. I then went out with Mama and Daddy who insisted on taking me to Baskin Robbins even though I was happy with my milkshake. I wanted to bring it in with me and drink it, but they made me leave it out in the car. I had to get a hot fudge sundae instead, but I couldn't find the hot fudge sauce. I was looking for it, and then I woke up.
I was looking at a catalog which had many neat things, but what really caught my eye were several mummies, the remains of an Asian ape-man, an extremely old but remarkably intact skeleton, and a hominid skull. I ordered these items from the catalog and they arrived in many large boxes. They were fascinating to look at, but when I touched the skeleton I was offered a look back in time to the situation in which the man died. His people had built slides, with which they were sliding down into a lava flow. I was trying to stop them and was thinking "we're not going to survive!" Then I woke up.