Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 1/23/2021
By GuppyFang
I was w my family on some vacation in a small town, smaller than the one my parents still live in. My mom had picked it out. It was an old house and there was some sort of seller type courtyard in the center of the house where old stuff and vegetables was capped and there were some picnic tables for us to hang out. Later that night we were sitting around the house and my mom suddenly said in her typical sad and lonely voice that she did not want us going down there anymore because she found out from some of the native people that since there was nothing to do in this town and no bars or clubs these seller courtyard as were the only place people had to go to make trouble and so that’s where the rapes and the murders in the robberies all happened. I recognized her tone of voice as being the one she uses when she is explaining something that everyone else around her including my dad is too naïve or a good hearted to understand but in which she feels very alone and sad in understanding. I wish my mom didn’t choose to go around feeling so heavy about things. Next it is daytime and my dad has decided we shouldn’t stay as long. There are two local men who live nearby. My foster sister is with us and she is very attracted to both of the men. I usually don’t go for those type of boys but for some reason the older one a tall very southern kind of redneck man from forties to 50s age with a very pleasant southern drawl and hair blinded by working out in the sun, sort of mesmerizes me and I have to admit to myself that I am interested. In the stream I apparently am not pregnant or married. I decide to myself that as I am mesmerized anyhow for whatever reason I will make the best of this boring vacation by trying to catch this man’s attention. This is a little out of character for me. The man is talking to someone about how the law enforcement in the area has done some thing with the animal population, possibly making some sort of wildlife restrictions on his property or near where he lives so that he can’t go hunt all the animals. He has that sort of simple redneck confident sounding voice while he explains that he and whoever will help him are going to trick the animals into getting used to the people so that they’ll just come up to them off of the restricted land and then they can still kill them legally. It is about twilight hour now and my foster sister is helping the two men feed these lines of animals coming in from the woods up to their property. I decide to go ahead and help even though I am a little nervous about how many animals are walking up. There are different types of animals in each line. I get a line of skunks which makes me nervous. The first skunk comes up and it’s very doesn’t look quite right as things often are in dreams. The fur is too stiff like a stuffed animal and the skunk tail is straight up. I don’t mean to pad it but it’s for touches me and I realize the situation is already out of control. I am so scared I am going to get sprayed and it will be embarrassing and then horrible to live with the next couple weeks. The skunk doesn’t spray me but it scratches me or bites me on my hand. Then another one comes up and also is too aggressive and I am getting nervous. Now one of the skunks does spray me. All of the skunks start attacking and spraying all of us and for a split second I am relieved that at least it will not just be me. We are running from the skunks. I can smell the awful skunk smell all over us. It is so intense. And I can feel the scratches over and over again on both my hands. I hear a man’s voice say, “for the love of God, the awful stinking and biting, God help us all.“ I am trying to run back to our house where I’m not sure what I will do but it is the only thing I can think of to try and escape. This is gotten way too out of control. The pain of the scratches is what wakes me up. My skin is all bumpy and prickly when I open my eyes and look at it in real life.