Gabs

Dreamed I was living in the meth house with Gabs, and we had a bunch of in-bred, redneckish, meth head friends, many of whom were related to one another in some fashion or another, though the neighborhood felt more like where I grew up in East Dallas. For one reason or another, it was time for me to move on, and I was making preparations to leave. I told Gabby of my plans and the timeline and begin making the necessary preparations - packing and the like. That's when she approached me and said she was going to take me for everything I was worth, that she had the emails proving we were lovers and the level of those communications couldn't be argued in a court of law. I mean, she was angry. I was alarmed at this sudden shift in behavior and tried to get some clarity where all this was coming from but she just lit a cigarette and dismissed me, leaving the house.

I thought about things for a bit and decided I really needed her perspective to try and sort everything because it felt like I was flying blind, so I tracked her down at our friends house - a much larger, open floor plan older home. The "dad" was sitting in his easy chair watching the news on a small black and white television and screaming his crazy conspiracy theories into the other room where the two in-bred sons with their rebel flag hats and button-down shirts with the sleeves torn off were arguing about some redneck reality TV game show on the other black and white television with their low-IQ buddy who wasn't wearing a shirt at all. Gabs was visiting with them but looked very much out-of-place. I wondered how long we had known these people.

When I arrived they all started taking sides and taking bets as to the nature of the drama, very excited they had something to focus on in which to spout their ridiculous ideas about how life worked. It was all very exhausting. Then they invited a ton of people over for an impromptu party, and suddenly the house was filled with crowds and music and noise and drinking. I walked into the kitchen and was surprised to find a very attractive girl sitting on the counter while one of these rednecks plowed her - right there for everyone to see. In the other room much older women - mystics - were looking at me with knowing. I sat with a couple of them to discern my future, but they were all too focused on the here and now; the present. There was much knowledge to be shared and a surprising amount of eye-candy walking around half dressed.

At some point I left the house to walk back home. It was twilight, and Gabs was already home, all her earlier anger expended. I gave her hug but remained wary of what I now knew she was capable.

[dream ends]

When I awoke it dawned on me that in my earlier dream of Guillermo (which I did not blog) followed a smilier pattern - someone infinitely flexible and kind just going completely off the rails over something innocuous. I wonder what my mind is trying to process?

CHANGE