Dream

Posted on April 29, 2003 in Dreams

I’m walking down the street, out of a factory and past several places where I used to work, including a dusty used bookstore. I turn around and face a large crowd. I’m carrying a thick wooden baton with hexagonal faces. For some reason, when I attempt to carry it nonchalantly at my side, my arm keeps going up and I throw it over my shoulder like a gun. It’s not very long, no more than 18 inches. I wonder if I have some kind of neurological disorder which causes me to act like this when my hand clenches something.