Stiletto Diaries™

And Those Prophecies May Come To Pass

Posted on September 23rd, 2009 in Does All Her Own Stunts

Last night I had a rather vivid dream about K (among other things).  Believe it or not this was actually a welcome shift from the nightmares that have plagued my subconscious as of late.

In this dream I was having a large gathering at my home.  It was a BBQ or something of similar nature, which was apparently attended by most of our Alberta friends, even though we were hosting it at our current home in Ontario.

Anyway, I was fussing over the food, as I am wont to do, when K happens to approach me out of no where to strike up a conversation.

Even in dream-land, my first thought is “What the hell are you doing here?” but as it is a nice party and I don’t want to create a scene, I don’t immediately push him out the window.

So I’m walking through the house, and he’s walking with me, and I can’t recall what we are talking about because I am distracted by hostess-things, like making sure everyone has drinks and snacks and having a good time.  Then, very randomly he picks up this button-down dress shirt from a chair and looks at it before asking me who it belongs to.  When he asks he uses this tone, like he’s asking me if I ate his first-born child.

“It’s obviously not Jack’s” he says, clearly agitated “so who does it belong to?”

Really?  All this irritation, over a shirt?

So I look at the shirt and it’s one of Aiden’s, even though thus far he has been absent from the dream itself.  He does have a penchant for leaving his stuff here, so I found the presence of said shirt unremarkable.

“That belongs to Aiden” I say, as though it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“Are you sleeping with him?” he asks, again with that accusatory tone.

“Of course I am” I spit back, becoming annoyed by where this conversation is going.  Even though it felt like slow motion, I remember thinking “Why do you even care, buddy.  We haven’t spoken in almost a year and a half” but it’s not like any of my dreams make a lick of sense anyway.

I can’t remember any other specific lines of dialog, but there was arguing, and then K stalked off in a huff.  Weird.

Fade out, and then the scene changes to the local humane society.  I’m walking inside with Aiden and one of my dogs, and I believe I was going to get a licence renewal or something.  The shelter is having some sort of adoption day, and even though I tell them that I am not in the market for another animal, this really sweet lady says “Well just come and look at this, and perhaps you will change your mind”.  From a cage she pulls, a skunk.  It’s an adolescent skunk, clearly not full grown, obviously with the scent glands removed.  She thrusts it into my arms where it acts like the most affectionate animal on earth.

So as Aiden and I are taking turns cuddling this adorable little critter, I’m trying to think up ways in which I can convince Jack to let me adopt it.  Because really, who DOESN’T want a pet skunk?  Then I think I talked Aiden into adopting it because Tank (his corn snake) really isn’t all that great for cuddling, and LOOK, A SKUNK!  How could you say no?

Fade out, and the scene changes again to Jack mowing the lawn.  Except it’s not our lawn, it’s like a great big park, and there is a river, and joggers, and my dogs are running around loose, even though it’s not a fenced area.  Also, it’s night time, but there are some street lights or something, so you can mostly see.

This jogger stops to ask me a question, and just then, I wake up.

At least nobody died, which happens with morbid frequency in my nightmares.  I can take a totally random collection of events, even when they involve uncomfortable exchanges with ex’s, over watching my daughter die in my arms anytime.

Any takers on what any of it means?