Intermission – A Keeg Dream

Yes, Part II of our trip is in the works, but consider this a refreshing intermission piece.

My friends know that I have some pretty strange dreams sometimes. The only other person I know who has odder dreams and remembers them is my Mom, so this is one of those genetic quirks. This was the dream prepared for me Thursday night/Friday morning:

It was a dark and … well, it was just a dark night. Mike and I were at a large one-stop shopping center. For our purposes, let’s just go ahead and say it was a Fred Meyer. There was a palpable dread in the air, so at this point I knew it was going to be a kickass dream.

Everyone was aware of a terrible threat, hence the dread (oh…so…palpable). This is the point where, if this were a screenplay I were presenting to a movie exec, they would laugh and call security to escort me out. What was the terrible threat? Well, seems that there were horses running around in packs across the country, biting folks. Annnnnnnnd, the bite turned you into a zombie. So, 28 Days Later, please meet the swine (or any other livestock) flu. And yet, this doesn’t embarrass me enough that I’ll refrain from posting this. Remember! Palpable dread!

So, we had just made it inside Freddy’s and whaddya know? The lights go out and there is a blood curdling scream (or two). Clearly, the horses were here and we were in imminent danger. How they got into the power grid remains a mystery.

At this point, in the dream, I see nothing but pitch black as we try to make our way outside of the store. We emerge and start running across the parking lot to the car. As we approach it, we find that there are two men holding guns between us and the car. Good gads, they then proceed to shoot us both! But I don’t wake up screaming from my dream-death, because they didn’t shoot us with bullets. It was some sort of liquid, which they explained would help ward off any horses. Hey, thanks, scary gun toting people. We resume our run to the car where (of course) my door wouldn’t open, but we both squeeze in through the passenger door.

Whew! Take a breath.

We drive down the highway – perhaps home, or perhaps to go out Thelma and Louise style with the last laugh, and not let those wicked little horses get us (which, by the way, I have seen not a single one in the entire dream – nor a single zombie).

As we drive, we see someone dressed up as Tigger (yes…THE Tigger…the one and only) trying to wave us down. We slow down to see what they need, and as we do, I am able to look more closely at the costume…

where I see the shape of a horse’s head start to rear up from within it…

*End Dream*