Dream

[monk222]

Quite a dream. Mother's here. Bo is not actually seen, but his presence is assumed. It must be the 90s. We're having a bit of a family fight, mostly mom and me with Pop in the background. It has something to do with how poorly she is keeping up the housecleaning. She mocks me. At one points, she makes herself go cross-eyed - her left eye going down. She is mocking my wonky eye, smiling so blissfully over her son's handicap. I'm innocent of it at the moment, merely saying, "You can do that with your eye?" Later, I go out for a little walk. It is dark evening. I am not more than half a block away from the house, when a somewhat oddly shaped helicopter hovers overhead, and it lands in our back yard. I have to come back to see what this is about. When I get to the front of house, there seems to be a wild celebration going on. I'm standing off to the side trying to make sense of what is going on, when Pop sees me and calls me, waving me over to him. When I reach him, he says he won something. He holds out a notice, and he says, "See my name on it?" I do, and I feel some deflation in it. He has his arm around me and is holding me tight, wanting me there as part of the trophy, it would seem - he's the big man. It turns out that he won a month-long vacation trip. Mother relates that Jack will be going with me. This news deflates me further, as I cannot care for the idea of Jack being more his main son, instead of his real son, but I don't care that much. But there is more news. Mother is playing around. She says that we are all going. This news doesn't make me happier. I say that I don't want to go. I'll take care of the dogs. She and Pop can appreciate the value of that, and I am happy that I will have a month to myself - maybe I am the biggest winner of all. However, the dream then has a last part that's a big turn-around. A guest has come and used my bathroom. Yes, we're living her on Hill Street rather than at Bay Horse. The neighbor somehow shit all over the bathroom, and it is obvious that I am going to have to be the one to clean it up, if I want it clean again. I hunker down for the job, muttering to myself, "It looks like I am going to be spending some quality time with my bathroom. And that's the end. Thinking about the last part of the dream, I wonder if it's possible to smell in a dream, but I apparently couldn't smell anything.