NetNews Usenet Archive 1992 #19/NN_1992_19.iso/spool/talk/bizarre/27148

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Path: sparky!uunet!canetoad!annie
From: [e-mail] (Annie)
Newsgroups: talk.bizarre
Subject: A Disturbing Dream
Distribution: world
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Date: 23 Aug 92 21:50:21 EDT
Organization: The Satellite of Love
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I am touring the ruins of a house I once lived in as a child. Not ruins
so much as whole parts torn down for renovations. It's a very old house,
you understand, 150 years perhaps. I and a group of dream people are
standing in the living room, which is still intact. We try to start a fire
in the old marble fireplace. Naturally, after so many years abandoned, the
chimney catches on fire.

In the process of putting out the fire, I ... time loop ... And I'm standing
in the front walk of a place where my parents lived when they were just
married. I can see them around the corner in the back yard--and they are
*young*. Young like I've only ever seen in dusty photo albums left to
mildew in the backs of closets. After all, I wasn't born until they were in
their mid-to-late thirties (nearly 30 years ago).

They don't see me at first; they are very taken with each other. They
are so--fresh, and new, and they are dancing around each other, laughing
and teasing, so openly sexual. (They are to this day much as
I describe them here, only they are in their sixties and my father is
crippled and in constant pain.)

So I watch, and I think to myself, "So this is the makings of a 35 year
marriage." I can well believe it.

The rest of the dream entails hanging out with them, and their eventual
discovery that I am their future child. They ask, "Is there just one
thing you could tell us before you go?"

I can think of a million things! But my mother interrupts my thoughts. She
places a hand on my father's arm and, as if she knows already, she asks,
"The knee operation...?"

I look at my father, so tall and quick--he used to walk like me, which
is to say that he ran everywhere. His face is smooth and calm, with none
of the pain and indignation of his disability etched there yet.

How can I tell him that not one but two operations will be butcher jobs,
done before anyone has a clue about knee joints. That knee surgery doesn't
begin to approach being a science until the '80's, years too late.

I woke up just about then.
--
"They never go far," he said with a chuckle. "They never do what they
set out to do. Always pecking at new things are the *Bandar-log*."

...uunet!canetoad!annie                          canetoad![e-mail]