OK, so also I was having this dream right before I woke up at 5 a.m. for no explainable reason. There was a train passing but this is coincidence.
A few months ago, for my birthday, my aunt, Laurie, got me dream pillow and I had the right word to describe the smell this morning at 5 a.m. but I have since forgotten that word. Maybe I’ll think of it later.
Anyway, so I was dreaming that I was in Vermillion with my whole family. For serious, I was arguing with my cousin, Sarah, about how awesome the Powerpuff Girls are and no one should be ashamed to like them. Because I was defending my cousin, Jamie’s, love for the Powerpuff Girls. But also I like them. And I was getting mad, but then finally we had to get out of the car. I was riding in the back seat and I was in the middle, between some people but I don’t remember who. So there were some classmates from high school in the dream, too. Like Jenny Mauch because I just saw her at midget wrestling. But everyone had weapons, okay. Most people had big guns or things that will actually kill people. But it was all pretend. And I got stuck with a boomerang. How am I supposed to pretend to kill people with a boomerang? Not too long after Jenny and I were pretending to kill each other, some very big dude with a gigantic ring on his middle finger broke us up and I went inside. My parents and other family were inside. Then Eliot Peterson came in (because even though he isn’t in my family and didn’t go to high school with me, I did see him last week so there is that) and his weapon was a fan. Like, a regular 3′ oscillating fan. He took one of the really dull, dusty blades to my dad’s leg right below the knee and cut right through, which really upset me. My eyes were getting all misty because my dad’s leg was just standing there! It was like a cartoon, all red and meaty surrounding white for bone. my dad was kinda chuckling. Then Eliot made some vague suggestion that we’re all “pretend creators” and I remembered that he was a magician so this was just pretend, too. I said, “Thank, goodness, Eliot, because I was this close to kicking you in the head.”