sulla
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This was a strange one. Starts out kind of murky, but ends strong and vivid.
Fist memory: I was standing in front of something. Not sure what it was. Have a sense it was both large and small. Someone standing near to me but out of sight says something I don’t catch, but the last word they say is loud and clear, “cogzilla.” I suddenly understand everything and the dream changes. I do not remember what it was I ‘understood.’
The next dream: I am standing outside a two story building at night time. I do not recognize the place but I know it is empty and was a place of learning yet not a school as we think of them. More of a community place with government-style authority. It is in disuse with windows knocked out and no electricity. There is a young man on the roof. I know he is some one who feels hopeless and dejected. I know he will jump off with the intention of killing himself.
I call something up to him without using my mouth (mentally shouted?) Something to dissuade him from jumping, but before I am done ‘shouting’ I already know it is too late. He tumbles forward, head first, over the edge of the roof. He hits the rubble strewn ground head first and rolls around a bit before coming to a stop. Other than a bruised and pained head, he is fine; sad that he did not accomplish his goal, but fine.
I feel pity, and throw my arm over his shoulder. I tell him he can come home with me. He nods and we go. Once there (at my parents’ home where I grew up) I sit him down on a seat on the enclosed porch. I get him to look at me (he still has slumped shoulders and bowed head) and I tell him he can stay with us (my family.) It is implied that the world is not what it used to be and to be alone is very difficult in survival terms. I tell him this and he starts to look a little hopeful.
In a calm voice and with sternness in my being I also tell him that to be part of the family, he will need to work. To pitch in and earn his way with us, just like the rest of the family does. He slumps again and begins to loose interest. I already know he is not going to do it, being too lazy and depressed to try. He only wants to mooch and be taken care of. I feel resigned sadness and a realization that I cannot help him and I need to let him go on his own even though it pains me to do so.
I wake up remembering what I just told you.
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