The Dream

[shanmonster]

I am in a car with my parents back in New Brunswick. My Dad is driving. We are headed toward Mactaquac Park, and are approaching the sharp turn that goes to the causeway. Dad floors it. We are going 220 km/hour, and there is a construction crew working on the turn. Summer students are working all over the place, and there are dump trucks backing into the road. Dad won't slow down. He runs over a few piles of bookbags and jackets that are in the middle of the road, for some reason. We're headed directly toward a large dump truck blocking the middle of the causeway, and Dad won't slow down. I put on my seatbelt and brace for impact.....

change

I'm home, with home being a house I've never seen before. Shaun and Kyle are visiting. They both have short mullets. Neither will talk to me, except to brush me off. Kyle has a new tattoo on his ribs. It's really bad. It's some sort of terrible flash art with bad script on it. I can't read the script, because Kyle is being evasive about the whole thing. He and Shaun go off somewhere and ignore me for the rest of their visit.

And then I wake up.

Comments

[prince-hring.livejournal.com]

I keep forgetting that you were from N.B.

If you visit back here before Thanksgiving, call the Landing and ask if the Magician is in, that day. If so, come visit the Landing and I'll give you a show :-)

[shanmonster.livejournal.com]

Thanks, though I will not be back there any time soon.