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Because Fluffy Said So
Oct. 13th, 2004 09:37 amAnd then I will go off to shower and review 3.5 hours of tape. Because it's my day off and I need to do it, dammit. Also, this is going to be short because I didn't write it up when I first woke up, when I should have. Stupid me.
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I'm in downtown DC. Wandering through on what looks like Halloween, although why I would be in downtown DC on Halloween is anyone's guess. There's a parade. All sorts of fantastic creations, not so much floats but giant masks on sticks and people in fancy headdresses. Looks almost more Day of the Dead than Halloween. Don't ask me why. I'm passing some people on horses. One of them is this boy.
Later. I'm outside DC. I must be, because I'm in a farm complex. And there aren't any farms in DC, they're mostly about an hour or two out in Virginia. Rich people country. Walking through, saying hi to the horses. Something happens, I can't remember what. I hear a crash of glass. Run into the back stalls, where I was just there petting the horses. One of them's crashed over a large pane of glass, something. It's got a giant piece of glass skewering it through the hindsection. Blood everywhere. It's screaming. I hate the sound of a screaming horse. So I start screaming for a medic, too, something, anything to put it down. Because there's just no way the poor thing's going to survive that.
Vet comes. Puts the horse down. I walk outside... it's daytime outside. I have no idea how long I've been there. Walk into a haybarn. The haybarn inside is packed sand, mud, clay. Adobe. I don't know why. There's a structure in the middle of it, some kind of table or altar. There's a boy.
The boy presses a button on a tape recorder, music plays. Not the dramatic kind of music I half expect, but something more along the lines of classic rock. He tells me to wait. We talk, a little bit. He's quiet, clever. Reminds me of Mike.
A man comes in, followed by a couple of other people. He starts explaining something to me as the boy (who's actually in his mid-teens, but I'm getting old and to me, somehow, that's now 'boy') wanders around the weird adobe-clay haybarn. He explain to me that the boy (whose name I can't remember anymore) has a hard task ahead of him. It's not 'save the world' but it's something close. Right now I'm thinking of that line from the Dreamcatcher movie.
"'ave uh orld?'"
"Not the world, Duddits, a girl. We'll save the world some other time."
He explains that the kid can't do it by himself, so they've dragged me out to be his companion and counselor. And somehow I'm feeling very young and inadequate, but that's what I'm trained to do, right? Help and counsel, not feel young and inadequate. So the kid and I talk for a while. I can't remember what we said except that there's the strong feeling that he's so much like Mike. And then I woke up.
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Definitely should have written that one down when I first got up, but oh well. And now I need to hunt down breakfast that is more nutritious than sugar cookies.
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I'm in downtown DC. Wandering through on what looks like Halloween, although why I would be in downtown DC on Halloween is anyone's guess. There's a parade. All sorts of fantastic creations, not so much floats but giant masks on sticks and people in fancy headdresses. Looks almost more Day of the Dead than Halloween. Don't ask me why. I'm passing some people on horses. One of them is this boy.
Later. I'm outside DC. I must be, because I'm in a farm complex. And there aren't any farms in DC, they're mostly about an hour or two out in Virginia. Rich people country. Walking through, saying hi to the horses. Something happens, I can't remember what. I hear a crash of glass. Run into the back stalls, where I was just there petting the horses. One of them's crashed over a large pane of glass, something. It's got a giant piece of glass skewering it through the hindsection. Blood everywhere. It's screaming. I hate the sound of a screaming horse. So I start screaming for a medic, too, something, anything to put it down. Because there's just no way the poor thing's going to survive that.
Vet comes. Puts the horse down. I walk outside... it's daytime outside. I have no idea how long I've been there. Walk into a haybarn. The haybarn inside is packed sand, mud, clay. Adobe. I don't know why. There's a structure in the middle of it, some kind of table or altar. There's a boy.
The boy presses a button on a tape recorder, music plays. Not the dramatic kind of music I half expect, but something more along the lines of classic rock. He tells me to wait. We talk, a little bit. He's quiet, clever. Reminds me of Mike.
A man comes in, followed by a couple of other people. He starts explaining something to me as the boy (who's actually in his mid-teens, but I'm getting old and to me, somehow, that's now 'boy') wanders around the weird adobe-clay haybarn. He explain to me that the boy (whose name I can't remember anymore) has a hard task ahead of him. It's not 'save the world' but it's something close. Right now I'm thinking of that line from the Dreamcatcher movie.
"'ave uh orld?'"
"Not the world, Duddits, a girl. We'll save the world some other time."
He explains that the kid can't do it by himself, so they've dragged me out to be his companion and counselor. And somehow I'm feeling very young and inadequate, but that's what I'm trained to do, right? Help and counsel, not feel young and inadequate. So the kid and I talk for a while. I can't remember what we said except that there's the strong feeling that he's so much like Mike. And then I woke up.
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Definitely should have written that one down when I first got up, but oh well. And now I need to hunt down breakfast that is more nutritious than sugar cookies.
