Dream

Posted on April 4, 2004 in Dreams

I am to guard “the baby”, my little brother. He is kept in the kitchen, on a butcher block table. My little brother is gravely ill, which is why I must pull up a chair and watch him the entire time: his head is overly large and his right leg has either grown in deformed or been chewed off. For a foot, he has a fleshy hoof. When he enters a crisis, he shrinks from a creature of normal two month old size to a jelly no larger than a Jerusalem cricket. He enters a crisis and I call my mother who scrapes him off the top of the table with a pointed cake spatula and hands him to me. I attempt to breathe life back into him, then lay him down on the counter top. I go out, come back, and he’s gone. My mother is busy in the kitchen. She explains that some boys came in playing with cars and “did something with him”. I go out to find the boys who stand in a crowd on the lawn. They scatter at the sight of me except for the one boy who did it. He stands with his father. I walk up to him, kneel so we can look eye to eye, and hug him and his whole family.