Dream

Posted on May 6, 2007 in Dreams

My father is running crazy in the kitchen, wielding knives, throwing punches, kicking people out of the house who have done no harm to him. My mother says that this is because he has had several nights of only two hours of sleep. “It’s Internet Concentration Syndrome” she tells me and I tell her to wake up and see that he is bipolar. I leave the house and go to hide with a friend. I see myself climb through a window. When the friend goes back to find me, she discovers that I have been pressed out of the space by some boxes and some balloons. The two of us go to look for me (yes, you read that right). We climb some stairs and find that I have been locked behind an attic door and possibly crushed by the inflation of storage boxes.