Dream of: 25 September 2006 "Paralyzed"

I had been staying for a while in a typical two-story frame house in which my mother was living. I was in a room on the second floor when she walked in, and I had the feeling she had been outside drinking beer, but I didn't say anything to her about it.

A few minutes later, my sister (about 25 years old) walked in, picked up the phone and began talking to someone. After a few minutes, I realized my sister was talking to Arthur Swanigan (a tenant to whom I had once rented a house in Portsmouth), whom she had been dating. From what I could hear of the conversation, I deduced that my sister and Swanigan had broken up. I was happy to hear this because I thought Swanigan was a despicable reprobate. After my sister had hung up the phone and walked out of the room, I asked my mother about the relationship, and my mother said that my sister and Swanigan had broken up about a month ago.

I walked into the next room where my sister was. I felt as if now I could finally tell her how I felt about Swanigan. I told her he was "scum" and "vomit." I thought he was about the lowest character I knew. I was also happy because apparently my sister also planned to live there for a while with my mother, and now that she had broken up with Swanigan, I thought perhaps she and I would get along better. Maybe she and I would even drink some beer together latter. Although I never drank beer in front of my mother, my sister and I sometimes drank beer after my mother went to bed.

I walked out of the house and descended a long set of stairs. My nephew Steven and my nephew David (both about 20 years old) showed up. Each had a woman. I was a little surprised to see a chubby blonde woman with Steven, because I knew Lynn was Steven's girlfriend. I walked back inside and asked my mother if Steven and Lynn had broken up. She said David had broken up with his previous girlfriend, but Steven hadn't broken up with Lynn. Suddenly I remembered that Steven and Lynn were actually married, but it still didn't occur to me to ask why he was now with another woman.

I walked back outside and back down the stairs. When I reached the bottom, my sister was standing at the top of the stairs. She hollered down and asked me a question. I thought the question had to do with my old girlfriend Birdie, but I wasn't quite sure, because I couldn't hear my sister well, and I asked her to repeat the question. When she did, I still couldn't hear her, so I ran back up to the top of the stairs. Just as I reached the top of the stairs, I thought I heard a thud from the bottom. I looked back down the stairs. I knew the second step from the bottom was missing, and now I saw my pet Dalmatian Picasso lying on the first step. It looked as if Picasso had tried to jump from the first to the third step, and had missed. Now he looked paralyzed.

I ran back down the stairs and picked him up in my arms. He couldn't move. I was thunderstruck -- I didn't know what to do. I knew an injured dog would sometimes bite someone who touched it -- but I didn't care. I just wanted him to move. I moaned, "Oh no, little boy! Oh no!"

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