house next door

I dreamt I was on a journey with my parents and maybe a few more. I needed to pack my bags to get to the next destination. I felt it was though I wanted it to be my last. I wanted to move on and be in a less cumbersome number for travel, decisions and general living. The contents of my bag were a little different with this new goal.. a little lighter, a little more self preserving. I didn't have space for frivolity.

We arrived at the new place. It was an old white house in the middle of farmland. It seemed to have been empty for a while. It wasn't dusty or full of cob webs, but the air just felt void of life. I didn't feel like our presence would change it much as we wouldn't be giving back to the house. I started unpacking some of the food items while the others milled around in the living room. One of the women with us was a tall slender gal, with a short red bob of curls. She was kind of our details person, partly because we needed it, partly because we very much didn't need it and it was just who she was. My dad had just requested for her to change a word at the top of a page. I think it must have been the group's plans or ... I'm not quite sure. But it was something we used, but didn't not have to be publish-worthy. She flipped out, not to him, but inside. You could see her sizzling. She paced back and forth and then to the air said something. I felt like she cursed us in some way and she was done. It was such a small thing to ask I would think, but in this case, she must have felt like it was the blind leading the sharped visioned and how dare he ask her to edit something he knew poorly.

I focused back on my task of the food and unpacking. In a minute, or so it seemed, she came running in looking concerned. She had the feel of  ... "what have I done??"  She apologized to me and reached up high to grab the plastic bag of rice I had just put in a high cupboard. She put it to my face. I looked... it was rice and looked back at her. Her eyes said look closer. I turned to bag over in my hands and then noticed movement.. and black bugs all throughout the food. I started opening drawers and pulling out other packages and they were all infested. She said that she was so sorry and there was nothing she could do now and she left.

I took everything to the outside trash and took a deep breath. I went back to the room that I would sleep in and thought I might check a half eaten chocolate bar that I had in my pack. It was still good. I kept in out just in case. I didn't want bugs in my pack later.

I went outside to see my friend RB. He was more of a loner and preferred to be away from the group when possible. There was another farm house next door. I got the feeling that we were not supposed to go near it. There was a dog tied up outside and it just didn't feel welcoming.  I picked up a yellow cloth Frisbee on the ground and tossed it to RB. He tossed it back and the wind kept picking it up. The last toss landed it near the shed door of the other house. I thought I'd run quietly over so we could continue and saw that they had a hard plastic one. I continued my quiet return when a voice from the shed said "Hey!"  I looked up to see a pleasant looking guy with blond hair down past his eyes. "We have a plastic one over there." Nodding his heads towards the plastic Frisbee in the grass. "It should work better. It isn't light like yours."  I said thanks and went to pick it up.