China and Gasoline

I dreamt I was leaving Oakridge with Dad, Kara, And Jeremiah. It was summertime and dad stopped at the corner of beltway south at what looked like a massive street fair. It was night time and he said he wanted to stop by a party to talk to some guys. He pulled p by some bg white circus tents and we went inside tot he party. As soon as Dad got inside he told me that we’d be heading home soon and asked me to do a favor for him. He pulled out two concrete hollow balls and asked me to take them to the corner and fill the insides up with gasoline. I felt a little panicky because it made me think of my senior year when dad asked me to fill the car up in Tuscola and I couldn’t figure out how to work the old pumps at Lantrips because Kara and Shad had alays filled my car up for me. Dad was gone though before i could say anything so I turned and walked to the corner.

At the corner of Bletway under some more massive circus tents was row after row of really old gasoline pumps. Several people were there filling up their cars and it took me a little bit to find a more secluded pump. I couldn’t figure out how to work it. I saw Kara and Jeremaih both at one point but they were running through the pumps too quickly for me to ask them for help filling up my little make shift bombs. Finally I gave up and went back to find Dad only to see him puling out of the fair in the white pick-up. I found Kara then and she asked if I’d finished my job and I said no. She said dad had figured as much and had gone on ahead home and said we could come whenever. I felt slightly irritated at having to go home with a stranger but then Jeremiah pulled up in that old blue car he used to have. He and Kara mocked me the whole way home for not being able to use the gasoline pumps. (For the record, I think this makes me less of a delinquint than those two).

I was slightly aware I was dreaming at this point because of all the anachronisms. Jeremiah gave us a ride back to Tuscola, but when we got back to the house it looked strange. Mom had covered it all with a canvas tent and hung banners and prayer flags all over the place. You couldn’t even really tell there was a house underneath. Crystal came out of the house and I was surprised to see her. I thought she was supposed to be in Africa. I asked her where dad was because the concrete balls were getting heavy. She looked at me funny and said dad had moved out. I asked if any one knew where too but know one did. I set the concrete balls by what would have been the car port if not for the canvas flaps hanging over it.

We all went inside and mom said hi really quickly before rushing out to go work up at the high school. I went to the kitchen to get a drink but nothing came out of the faucet. Crystal told me that Mom had had the water shut off to save money. Crystal also said she was leaving in May to go to China and that she had at least gotten Mom to agree to run the air conditioner til then. In May after Crystal left, mom planned to knock out all of the walls and just live in the tent to save money on the heating and air bills. I decided I was probably going to leave in May with Crystal but I wasn’t sure where to go. Then I woke up.

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  1. you dreams are such literal representations of your pathology. that sounded bad, but i meant that in the nicest way.


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