Saturday, May 7th, 2011

When last we saw the dreamer, he was watching a movie with his family in the living room of a cardboard house in a refugee camp. The walls of the house were cheap, but the movie was playing on a flat-screen television that was at least ninety-six inches from corner to corner. The planning section mixed up their priorities something awful when they designed this place.

I’m not sure what the refugees were taking refuge from. The camp was crowded by row upon row of two-story, four-family houses, every one of them built of sticks and cardboard like a backyard clubhouse built by eight-year-old boys, but everybody had electric lights and, judging from the popcorn and chex mix we were eating during the movie, everyone was well-fed.

My job seemed to be brining people to the refugee camp, which I did in various ways. One day I used boats made out of at pair of those fluted guardrail fenders you see along the road. Bolt a couple of those together, strap a motor on the back and you’ve got a boat that will seat about ten people and goes like a bat out of hell. Bet you would never have thought of that, eh?

Another day I flew people in to camp on a plane or a helicopter, or maybe it was a vehicle that was a little of both, I’m not sure. As we flew in we passed over a landscape that looked as though everything on earth had been turned into, or replaced by, modular plastic-and-metal pod-like buildings. Maybe that’s what we were taking refuge from, because we didn’t have anything like that in the camp.

As often happens in dreams, all kinds of people I hadn’t seen in years were showing up at this camp: People I knew in high school, or from college, or from previous jobs would come to my office to sit and talk about what they’d been doing all this time.

Watching the movie came at the very end of the dream. I sat sometimes in a big sofa with my family, but most of the time I was running from the kitchen to the living room to bring sodas and popcorn and beer to people who wandered in to see what was playing on the television. Maybe not everyone had a ninety-six inch flat-screen television, or maybe they didn’t have movies. Several people stood outside the window and watched.

That’s it. Another dream that doesn’t make much sense. Thank you for coming. See you later.

Camp | 7:26 am CDT
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