05.02
I am tired.
I am falling asleep.
I am on my bike.
I arrive at the house I grew up in. Inside some things are the same, some different. A familiar room, unfamiliar porch, neighbors that never existed. I say neighbor, only that they occupied a space attached to the house though a door that was never there.
I am in this space with people from my present, my past and a few that have already vanished from my waking memory. Im guessing from my future. While i know, or will know, these people, none of them are that which I would consider an influence or significant in any way in my life. A coworker, schoolmate, short-lived girlfriend of a childhood friend. All simply acquaintances, seemingly insignificant, except maybe those unnamed travelers from the future.
I exist in this space with them yet they do not acknowledge that I am there. The coworker at one point asks me to bring him the wig I am holding, which prior I was wiping something from a counter with, outside to the porch where the others are. Once outside I put on the wig, in effort I suppose to inspire reaction, but to no response. I quickly grow tired and uninterested in the situation and return from the strange porch to the kitchen of my childhood, which previously was a kitchen of unknown origin.
I am hungry.
I look through the refrigerator for food, only to hesitate on the fact that while it looks like the kitchen of my youth, it does not belong to me. I take a few chips anyways and continue upstairs.
Again I enter into a room, while strikingly familiar to my bedroom in my parents first house, is uncomfortably different in some way. I look around briefly at how seemingly organized everything is in approval. I change some clothes, particularly a belt that I currently own, and put another belt, that I also own into my bag as I leave the house.
As I move further from the house on my bike things begin to fade as I slowly enter the waking world. A quite unremarkable dream on the scale of what most would consider remarkable, which is entirely the reason why i’ve written it down upon waking.
I find myself wondering most who/where the people from the future are. Ive lots of questions to ask them and im sure they have something important to tell me.
I am waiting.
05 02 2009