Mon night – October 7
I don’t remember much from this dream, but I’ll give it all I’ve got.
What I remember is that I’m at a house party. It’s the kind of house party grown-ass people
have with wine and cheese. Not a kegger
at some dirty bachelor pad. Anyhow, the
house is lavish and decked out with a sweet swimming pool in the
courtyard. My role, unfortunately, is
not to party. It is to babysit.
The kid my dream-mind chose for me to babysit is the most horrific,
sociopathic child I’ve ever encountered.
I cared for her during my first teaching stint. I love teaching, and I’m pretty good with
kids, but this little girl was the definition of a nightmare. We’ll call her Loam.
In this dream, I have the foreknowledge that Loam, though her age is not
yet even in the double digits, has murdered people. I’m doing my best to entertain her and
corrall her. I encounter her mother,
Kaam, once or twice, and the woman is white-girl wasted.
The end. I guess you could
consider that more of a nightmare. I
suspect my mind didn’t WANT to remember it.
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