So, there are all these people, but only in a thought-projection kind of way. Then, I turn my head (metaphorically speaking) and there is this tall lanky guy in the dreamflesh. He looks high-school age and it dawns on me that I must be in high school too. Sure, sure.
I know immediately this guy likes me. He’s got great affection for me and I’m nice but not too. I hardly know him and don’t want to lead him on.
We’re in his house. He lives with his mother, that much is clear to me without any discussion. His house is built one room on top of the other like a beehive. It’s open inside. He wants to show it to me so he grabs me about the waist and starts leaping up, stepping on footholds and household objects.
We pass by a toaster oven that is hanging on the wall, much like you and I would hang a picture in a frame, and I open the door. There is a little pizza in there, warming up. Way up are the bedrooms and we bounce on and off some mattresses to keep going higher. It seems endless and it’s quite a workout, even for me, supported as I am. He doesn’t do anything flashy, like somersaults. I feel very secure in his one long arm.
The whole time I am thinking, wow, this is incredible. This is amazing. This could be tricky for parties.
We don’t reach the top, don’t ask me why. We’re just at the bottom again, and he reluctantly releases me from about the waist. He's sad and I can't tell if it's because my Wakeville life came storming in and he knows I'm married or it's because I left the toaster oven door open.
There’s a reason for what happens next, but I can’t tell you what it is. It’s not like I forgot, it’s more that it never was in anything like words. All I know is I have to get past these ducks. Lots of them. And they are fighting ducks. They snap and bite, and it’s painful. Lanky guy tells me this. He also tells me how to beat the ducks at their own game. Hold onto the bill, he says, keep it shut.
I head off through the fortress of ducks. I have to, it's part of my destiny. Immediately, I must put my training to use as those ducks start snapping. The strategy works. I’ve got two ducks firmly by the bill and they can do nothing. They are defeated. However, the rest of their gang takes advantage of the fact that I only have two hands and keep up their attack.
I wake up in an air-conditioned sweat.
(dream interpretations welcome, email me, please!)