Another dream which i typed upon waking up. I've forgotten the date. It's not structurally the best but I dont want to mess with it. We the kids lived at the one story trailer like house. I guess it did have a basement... The old guy took us in and we just never left, but he was kind of polite about that. We didn’t dare leave. One day things were going as normal when someone came out of the shower and noticed the police outside the window. I went to the basement. Looking desperately in a box in the a dusty ALCOVE(!!) I saw piles of red and faux gold bound books, mostly "dickens Characters" that wasn’t what I wanted, although on an after thought I thought, id better look up pitt crawley and see what they know about him. I got the C volume, but by that letter it was "Shakespeare’s places". That was that. I heard the chainsaw and I imagined I had one. I lay on my back looking up at the floor, light coming through. I imagined I put the chainsaw between two boards and started sawing a crosspiece. I crept back upstairs and nobody was around. Luke and I decided to run. Going out the front door, we looked around for the police, but saw none, although we heard the chainsaw to the left, so we went right, around the house. As we went up a little gravel slope, I picked up a 20 lb rock because I didn’t want to get torn in half by an attack dog. luke was running up the wooded hill , and I was having a very hard time moving. IT was like my legs had torn muscles everywhere but they didn’t hurt, I just couldn’t get them to move fast enough Another comparison would be like having to push your legs through 3 feet of sand to take a step. By the time I got about halfway up the hill the dog came. I was hoping I wouldn’t have to throw the rock, that would lead to more unpleasant events. I thought to myself what if they sent bad dogs and I could snap each one in half as it came, and I kept running because they only sent dogs and no people. I would leave a trail of curled up dogs all the way up the hill until they stopped sending them or finally caught up with me. When they did catch me, I would be lying on the ground looking up at the sky, totally exhausted or at peace. They would say something apprehensive and I would say I’m sorry about all the dogs, you understand, my only priority for the last hour was to get away, and those dogs put my life at risk. If they hadn’t attacked me, I wouldn’t have broken them. How could the police not understand that? I didn’t do anything... I was just in that house forever. When the dog finally gets to me I hold the stone ready but the dog does not attack. it kind of runs around, I think: this could be my dog, but its not. I keep moving up the hill. I get to a pile of branches and there is no choice but to go over them. I throw myself infinitely at them and finally reach the top of the pile, I can see green grass. Luke is almost at the top of the hill. I am so exhausted, and my legs will not move like they should, I rest on the branches and think about why my muscles don’t work. I was stuck in the house, and didn’t get any exercise. Sure, I got to leave once in a while but I had to comeback, and sure I could have jogged in place at the house but that wouldn’t have been right. My muscles atrophied , I thought. I also thought what would happen if I made it to the top of the hill. I didn’t even know what was up there although my optimism told me it was a grassy clearing that didn’t go uphill anymore. Maybe there was a river up there with a raft that we had stowed up there for escape. Maybe we would end up heading to Mexico, but going so slow that the search parties had already given up at the border by the time we were in Arkansas. Then if they expected us to go to Mexico, we could hang left and go to new York and sail across the Atlantic to Spain. We’re on a big white cruise boat about to dock in Spain and there are police on the dock pointing at us, so we cast away all our things and jump overboard. Then I think, maybe we could just get on a bus in Vermont. The police would stop the bus and come on and ask everyone "destination?" and when they got to me I would say "Louisiana, by way of robidoux", but everyone else would say "robidoux" in a monotone almost grunty way. I figured the police would know it was me definitely, especially since I was wearing a floppy straw hat and a blue dress, like was trying to look like I was from Louisiana. But the police pick up some poor guy from 6 rows behind me, who said something other than robidoux and ask him to come with them and answer a few questions, and then the bus takes off.
