The Windfall


This looks like a good place to read a book... well done, dream-self.

This looks like a good place to read a book… well done, dream-self.

In my dream I am in a beautiful park sitting on the grass in the shade of a large tree. It is desert-like: hot and dry and dusty outside of the shade, but it is getting to be late in the afternoon  so the sunlight is low and golden and the warmth is pleasant.

I am reading a book- a self-help book, I think, because I am trying to get myself to relax. I’m not sure if I am expecting the book to tell me how to do this or if the act of reading will be enough.

Beside me is a companion- someone younger than me and I can’t tell if they are a boy or a girl and it doesn’t seem to matter one way or another. My companion has no trouble relaxing and is lying on the grass nearby dozing. I get to the end of the chapter and the book tells me to “put the book down and just enjoy being wherever I am.”

So I do.

For a minute or two I soak in my surroundings and enjoy myself until I realize that we have been in the park for several hours and that my parking my be close to expiring (or already expired). We run down to the van just as an official is about to tow it or ticket it and we drive away.

Back “home” (I have no sense of this location, only that it is different from the park) we meet up with a woman that I think of as my companion’s mother. I also discover that I have received some kind of windfall in the form of a check- a few thousand dollars. It feels important to me that I deposit it right away and my companion’s mother recommends her bank because it is the closest. She hands me a flier for it and it is not a bank that I am familiar with; but I do recognize the name on the letterhead as being the name of a local mega-church.

I find this suspicious, but I don’t want to be rude so I politely decline.

My companion’s mother reaches into her (pocket? purse?) and pulls out a handful of offal: liver, heart and entrails from some small animal. She had gotten it from the slaughterhouse and was keeping it to feed the birds. I notice that my companion is eyeing these hungrily and realize that I somehow know that my companion hasn’t eaten in three days as some kind of penance and will go on not eating for an undetermined amount of time; until the offal looks appetizing, I suppose, even as it becomes spoiled and contaminated. (At that moment in my dream, though, it is very fresh.)

I want to try to stop this, but I don’t know how. Then I wake up.

Incidentally I have no idea what this means because half of the keywords are not included in the dream dictionary.

~ by Gwydhar Gebien on April 3, 2013.

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