19 Aug 2007

Last night I dreamt: Brian and I are driving through a newly gentrified neighborhood in Denver. Its dusk and there is a lot of traffic and we stop suddenly, when someone behind us runs into the car. I can feel myself thrown forward and the pressure of the seat belt against my chest. I am full of adrenaline and become very agitated. The other driver yells at us for stopping and then drives off angrily. The back end is all crumpled up, and we pull off the road. We are stopped in front of this restaurant that is family run. I am upset and yell at Brian. He goes into the adjacent restaurant and am waiting out on the curb for the tow truck to arrive. Cleo is with us, but she has to stay in the car. Eventually I go inside because it is dark out and starting to rain. There is a large TV on and everyone is watching it, so I look to see what is showing. After a long time of watching the TV I go out to look for the tow truck, and see that the car is gone. I start freaking out because Cleo was in the car. I take out my phone and it shows that I have 97 missed calls, all from the same number. I check my phone and it is on silent. I start calling the tow truck company and they tell me that they can not locate the driver at the moment. The restaurant is closing when we hear from the tow truck driver. He has been keeping Cleo safe and warm, so Brian goes to get her with his mom who has come to pick him up. Again I am sitting on the curb and I am watching the daughter of the restaurant follow her father around as he closes shop. She is a heavy set girl of maybe 11 or 12, but she is tall for her age. She has long black hair that hangs by her knees and sways as she waltzes around. I am envious of her carelessness and decide to leave. I wonder around the neighborhood until I find a parking garage. Its very late and I am exhausted, so I find a spot behind a white passenger van and curl up to sleep. The next morning I wake up to people's voices and see that it is the weekend. There are all these families out walking, drinking coffee. I find a newspaper and the cover article is about Andrew Norris. He has been arrested for some crime and has been rather vilified by the city. The article is an interview with Andrew now that he has been caught, and as I am reading the article I can hear the interview on the radio. Andrew is talking about people in his past who helped shape him and he mentions me, he says that I was a ray of light as a child. I look up from the paper and the sun shines through the clouds and I feel for a moment that I am a ray of light, and I am very touched by this moment.