On a farm again

It's all very fragmented, but I was with Brad, my roommate, and we were checking out of a hotel, which was also an airport. It had a circular drive with a conveyer system that ran the length of it's curb. It was crazy busy with people pulling their cars up and checking in / receiving bags. I pulled in driving Brad's large white SUV and went inside to collect my large suitcase. I figured we could come back for our golf clubs. I remember jumping into the back of the SUV and I was amazed at how big it was back there! Behind the back seats, where the storage area is, it was at least six feet long! I considered how great it would be to have this for driving back and forth to Michigan.

Then I met with Brad and we had to go retrieve our clubs. He was driving agressively into the receiving area. I was getting nervous. I told him I just parked and walked in. He said that was silly, and that we only had to pull up to an open slot at the conveyour and hand them our ticket. Which is what we did. It seemed to work okay, but it was frustrating none the less.

Next we were at our 'house'. Which was on a farm somewhere in rural Indiana or Michigan. I recall thinking we were only a couple hours from my dad's house. Brad was morphing with my old roommate Gary, from college. We were sitting in the old farm house, somewhat settled in, Brad was watching TV. There was an older woman there as well. She was kind of like an assistant. She was there to help us settle in and get to know the house and the town. A local woman.

Just then, I heard something from upstairs. A distinct sound. I check on Brad, asked if he heard it. He did, but had no interest or concern. I became furious about the fact that someone or something was upstairs. I grabbed a flash light and yelled up something to the effect of, "I am going to count to 10, if you don't come down, I am going to come up and kill you!"

I started counting. "10! 9! 8! 7!" I did not have a gun, so it was really a false threat. I really did not know what I was going to do.

"6! 5! 4!" Nothing yet. Then I did have a gun. A shotgun. It seemed old, and I had no idea if it would work at all.

"3! 2!" Then someone started comming down the stairs. He had a ski mask on, or a nylon sock, or something. Maybe a bag. Right away, I could tell he had a simple mind. But that did not make him any less of a threat. Right away he pulled a gun on me, which I quickly took away. I started to club him and then pistol whip him with his own gun. The woman pleaded with me to show him mercy.

I wrestled with that idea, knowing as long as he was alive that I could be in danger. Just then, he managed another gun from his boot. I hit him again and took the gun. It was a small Derringer styled gun. It did not even look like it would really work. The woman pleaded again. I yelled at the man. I told him it was his lucky day.

He was a local man. She knew him. Not personally, but she knew who he was. He had some mental disorder and led a troubled life. I took mercy on him. Well, until he then went for a knife he pulled from his boot and he started flailing at me. It was barely a knife. More like a long rusted piece of metal. She insisted and pleaded for me to still let him go. I think I did, but I can not fully recollect.

Then Brad and I got to discussing living out here. I said I might buy a motorcycle. An enduro bike. It gets awfully muddy and it would be good for getting around quickly. Brad decided he would look for an old ford mustang. He said he wanted a 389 or a 440 (or some other size I knew ford never made). Then he added that the displacement represted the modifications he would like to see. I suggested he focus on just the year and body condition, then he might have better luck finding one. He shrugged. I noted that I could head to my dad's over the next weekend. My tools were there.

Almost forgot!

I really need to do this first thing in the morning while the memory is fresh. Last nights dream was really interesting (and somewhat disturbing). It was midterms at MTU, and we were getting our grades back. It was a sociology class where we had to present some papers. The grades came in three parts, and it was like content, technical, and overall. On my papers, I received an A for the content but a D for technical and my overall midterm grade was A- (apparently the grades were weighted).

I was a little dismayed with the D, despite having an A- overall. Class concluded for a break (the class was in two parts) and I was sure I would end up missing the second half. This is where things got a bit unsettling. I reviewed my research for the paper which had something to do with a disgusting bathroom!

There was a bucket overflowing with feces, and the toilet as well was near full. It had spilled over onto the floor. I tried to take the bucket to the sink to try to get rid of it, but then realized the toilet was a better choice. It needed to be flushed first, and when I did that, it started to overflow. I thought I might get sick, and then proceded to do so. As luck would have it, two people showed up and said they would clean it up. Whew!

I can't recall if this was at my house, or at a bathroom elsewhere, but next thing I knew, I was heading to where I lived. Or was I already there? It was a tiny little house with a tiny little fenced yard. The lot was 30' across at max, and about 3x as deep. the house was probably 25X15 with one bedroom, a tiny kitchen and a living room. It was great. Half of the front yard was used for a vegtable garden, and the other half was grass.

I went out to the yard and noticed that the garden was severly wilting! In a near panic, I turned the water on. I remember distinctly it only took a quarter of a turn of the faucet to have full pressure at the sprinkler. It had been two weeks since it was last watered, and I hoped it was not too late for the young plants.

Across the street was a large corn field. Not far from the house a small car was backed into the field with someone sitting inside it. It seemed they lived in a house further in the field. I thought it was an odd place for them to park.