thedarksiren2 | dream #...?

I was walking down a long driveway with some staff person at Walton House (this is one of the other houses my co. owns IRL) As we walked down, I noticed two of the residents (in the dream anyway...one of them, the woman, was definitely a resident. The guy though, he is just some guy I have seen at God's Faithful Followers, the church that many of our residents attend). They were arguing and tugging on a large gray-colored rock on wheels. It was large, the size of a double bed, at least. Before we could get to them, the woman, who under most circumstances probably could not do this, jumped on the rock and went gliding across the three laned highway they were living on. No, IRL it's not three-lanes, and in fact the house was facing the opposite direction of what it does IRL. I wouldn't mention this except that it felt pertinent to.

So this woman, we'll call her U, went flying across the three lanes, and the guy, whose name I do not know, went running after her, his arms flailing and legs all knock-kneed. The staff and I ran after them, but didn't make it over in time. The guy had crossed the street and we watched as U said, "That was fun," with her big eyes and denture-smile. He scowled at her, and pushed the rock back across the street. She got mad, saying, "Hey, that's mine!" and began chasing him...strangely, as much as there always seemed to be traffic when they began their crossing, no cars ever passed the house.

Once he brought it back, I took it from him. Now things get odd. There were gurneys set up alongside the road, and residents from all these different houses. My one client, N, sat in a wheelchair eating popcorn and asking for coffee or a bandaid, rubbing her toes in the treelawn. But then a woman, a very tall, very white woman, came by in an automatic wheelchair, stopping on the street just beyond the treelawn and a ditch. She was scary, and I didn't want N to talk to her. N did though, and the scary lady's eyes darted at N and then at me. Her eyes were a very light gray, very strange and insane. She had the gout face, and her teeth were barely hanging from her mouth. She was a hag, dressed in torn white and gray dresses, long gangly arms and fingers, long nails...N said, "Hey!" and the woman swiped at her with her nails.

Suddenly, I was inside hiding the rock. I think I went to the sunroom that used to be in the back of my house when I was a teenager. A dog's bed was there, and instead of actually going in, I slipped through a window and just set the rock underneath the dog's pillows. Strangely, the rock was small now.

I turned to find a woman standing nervously in the kitchen near a cupboard. I don't know her IRL, but she was scared and making me uneasy. She said she lost her rules, and that she knew we had to write an unusual incident report, but she was illiterate. I thought this was funny in the dream, considering her position was that of a QMRP, which requires a bachelor's degree.

scene changes...Demi Moore is telling her husband, Tom Cruise? That she needs a break. He is holding their child, a wiggly thing, and as he digests her words, tears filling his eyes and numbness filling his heart, he drops the baby, and it bounces around on the floor, screeching. Demi screams, "Oh my GOD!" and picks up the baby, running into a back room and slamming the door.

Other things happen, but it's all images, nothing makes sense except there is stress and sadness. The baby screams, and the hag's voice is raspy and makes a strange dissonance with the child's...I pull a measuring cup from the cupboard behind the QMRP's head, and she is numb and confounded. Tom Cruise sits in his armchair, fingers moving as though he's still holding his baby while Demi sobs into the baby's blanket.