Don’t ask me where I was, but there was bombing going on, and there were drones in the sky with infrared scanners that could see you if you went outside. So I was hiding inside an empty house in an empty bedroom behind a door.
Trudy had left the day before. And she had take most of our things, so I was stranded without anything. Hiding from the bombers. From the drones.
I had been scrounging for stuff to sell, so that I might get something to eat. I had found three men’s suits somewhere, and they were hanging from the knob of the door that I was hiding behind.
A man walked into the bedroom. I tried to slink behind the door further, but it was pointless. He saw me. And he robbed me, taking the suits, leaving me in the room still hiding from the bombers and drones.
Now it turns out that the robber felt bad. He came back later and tried to explain that a friend of his was … a former flight controller landlord of mine from my days in Houston.
Now my son Ben is there. He is young. And we are hiding together in a closet. He’s been sick, and he throws up on the floor beside me. Three times. Quite vivid, this part of the dream was. And then I throw up on the floor twice and get up to find a wet towel, running across the parking lot to where someone is washing their car, evidently unconcerned about the bombers and drones.
And here is my father, come to take us home.
He has plane tickets for himself and Ben. I will return two days later… but no, I should get a ticket now and fly with them. But I need to pack my stereos, which I forgot to give to Trudy when she left. And I’m rushing to unplug them, because the plane leaves soon, and the plugs won’t come out of the wall. And anyway, what am I going to pack them in?
Suitcases! The two big suitcases that Trudy didn’t need when she left. I can pack the stereos in those! But where are they? Ben knows where they are. He’s grown, now. And he goes off to get the suitcases and I finally get everything disconnected and stacked up in the center of the otherwise empty room.
And then I begin to wonder what the use of packing the stereos is, because you can’t lock suitcases when you take the plane. They’ll likely get stolen. And in any event, TSA would likely be might suspicious of four stereos packed into a single bag.
And then I wake up.