awake
Was dreaming I was with my dead father looking at a house that he was potentially going to buy. He seemed interested in a hole in the ceiling, above a bed, stating that if he were the one selling the house he’d knock ten thousand off the price. He walked around the living room and picked up a knick-knack and then whispered to me, “14th Century…go start the car.” I laughed and said, “Why, you going to steal it?” He placed the silver object in my hands and said, “No, you are, go!” So I walked-ran out the door, without saying anything to the house-seller, silver object in hand clanging softly. A bell? It didn’t look like a bell to me but sure sounded like one. The lady of the house didn’t hear it, or if she did she chose to not pursue me. I pull the car up a bit, out of sight of the house that my father is still in. He comes out a few minutes later with some child, goes to the house next-door and rings the bell, then books it to the car. I wonder how he used the kid to make his escape. “Lucky they’re not home,” he says. I speed off, in an unfamiliar neighborhood and piloting an unfamiliar car. The seat is too far back and I can barely see out the window. The steering wheel is oddly-shaped, almost like the infinity sign, a warped figure-eight on its side. I can’t see properly and somehow end up driving into oncoming traffic. 180 the car and glance in the rearview, no cops. My father laughs and then I wake up.
Been having trouble sleeping lately. Sigh.
