The first dream I recall had me on a small road in the woods on my scooter. I was travelling at a good clip, following the curves in the road until I came upon it. “It” you may ask? “It” was a two-foot tall, chocolate brown, moose. My scooter came to a stop when I saw it, I was about to turn around when it noticed me. There was a look in its eyes, and what looked like a smile on its face; and then it was racing towards me.
My scooter spun around so quickly that even a motocross champion would have been proud, and we were quickly up to cruising speed. Trees and rocks fell by the wayside and vanished into the background as the scooter sped along, the road ahead was a blur. I looked in the mirror, and the moose was almost upon me. All I could see in the mirror were antlers and that smile, closer and closer it came, then the lips moved as it to speak, the scooter was off the ground now, we had been hit, as I flew the air I thought I heard the word, “Mommy,” then I was awake.
Eventually I fall back to sleep and find myself in the huge mansion. Liam Neeson is there lecturing as I stand looking dumbfounded at a scantly clad Catherine Zeta Jones. Without warning, bones start shooting out of the huge fireplace, coming at us, then the visage of a huge face appears, screaming. The next thing I know, I’m on my scooter, Catherine on the back with her body pressed against mine. We burst through the door then the gate, leaving a whimpering Liam behind in a puddle of tears as we ride off into the coming sunrise. And I’m awake again.
I remember thinking, “Damn, why did I have to wake up then?” Teddy is still asleep on my legs; his brother Little has joined us and is curled up next to me, pressing into my back. Sleep comes again, but I cannot recall any other dreams.
Morning comes; I get up and go through the daily routine but with the image of Ms. Jones on my mind, I know I want to do this project!
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