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Monday, Sept. 19, 2005 - 12:09

Axes, X-Rays & Visions of My Mother

Hello gentle Reader.

In this dream I found myself wandering along a residential street in what appeared to be a rural town. It was daylight; the sky was blue and clear and the weather was warm and pleasant. Yet I was filled with a sense of apprehension.

I came upon a large house that had a smaller, detached cottage at the rear of it. I went up to the main house and stood on the wide verandah for a moment or two. I think I must have knocked on the door, and it was answered, as I have a vague memory of speaking to a middle-aged woman. There was a feeling that I was visiting or searching for someone…

The woman said something, and then pointed behind me. I turned around and saw my Mother. She was confined to a wheelchair. It was motorized. She had lost a tremendous amount of weight, being reduced to an ashen skinned figure with silver hair. Her face was grim, and her eyes still bristled with a sense of power as she glared at me.

I walked towards her. “I heard you were unwell…” I began. “It’s cancer, isn’t it…?”

She let out a rueful laugh filled with bitterness. “Guess I shouldn’t have bothered giving up smoking,” she remarked.

“I’m sorry,” I said sadly.

She shrugged. “We all gotta’ die of something, right…?” her tone was flippant yet tinged with resentment.

Then suddenly we were inside the house, in the living room. I was standing before the large bay windows, looking outside across the front yard. I saw a male figure standing in the yard. He stepped closer and it became clear that it was Simon, and he was holding an axe in his hands. He stared back at me with dark, hooded eyes. And then he began to circle the house, uttering a childish chant in a sing-song voice as he did so: ”I’m going to kill you, I’m going to kill you, I’m going to kill you….”

It was peculiar, for even though he was circling the house, like some predator, his eyes always fixed on where I stood as though he could see through walls, I was in turn able to see him, regardless of walls or other obstacles – as if I possessed x-ray vision…

At that point, I woke up.

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