Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 4/6/2018
By Fitful
I was living with someone, a roommate, a friend. I don't know it felt like we lived in a tower. It was very isolated and the world outside it, below it?, didn't seen to exist. And I never saw this friend, she was in a cell beside me, invisible. I think she, he?, was there in the beginning but then she had to get isolated even further. I know she complained a lot about where we were living. About her family. Apparently they didn't care and she was all alone. She was always hungry too, and they didn't care. But once a month she got a care package delivered like clockwork from them. A huge airplane would fly down from the sky, hover like a helicopter, and deposit a huge cargo box full of rich yummy food. I mean this stuff was really good. They sent the most expensive vegan cheese. I ate quite a lot myself. Still she complained. I scoffed after she complained while I was eating the vegan cheese, some brilliant havarti. I grumbled aloud to myself, speaking to her even though she wasn't in the room and couldn't hear me, "You've never been hungry a day in your life. Try not eating for 40 days. That is what real hunger is." ~ My Dalmatian and I were on a walk and I had brought food with me to eat later. We reached a large intersection and she walked across the four lanes without me, somehow the leash slipped from my hand and she wouldn't listen to me telling her to come back. I dropped the food and raced across the intersection, hoping to get her back before the traffic reached us. There was a huge lot of traffic in the distance, on the horizon. It was getting closer to. Other than that the lane was empty but I didn't want to take my chances. I got her and grabbed her and got her back across the street to where I left the food. A woman was there, frowning at my stuff. I apologized and she seemed to think I was an animal activist getting ready to protest. I told her "I'm not an animal activist, well I am because I love animals and I don't want them to be hurt and I don't want others to hurt them but I feel it's more a private thing, anyway I'm not an activist the way you're thinking." I was rambling and trying to divorce myself from some crazy image she had of me. She didn't believe me and said that all those cars and trucks in the distance were here, the news and everything. What else was I doing here with all this food.? I asked what had happened and she pointed to a very small disturbance in the middle isle of the intersection. It was either a bird or a ripple in time which looked like sunlight or something. It seemed to me to be completely ordinary but apparently it was newsworthy. She still seemed very cross with me for being "stubborn" “confrontational" and "lying". I was just really worried about her thinking ill of me. And I was hungry. She told me I had to leave. Considering I had just been crossing the street in the beginning it seems a silly demand. I think I only stayed to change her mind about me. I don't like to be seen as disruptive.