A Ghost, A Dead Person, Fried Eggs and Drugs

I had a dream that I was back at the house where I grew up. Again. I was in the backyard, laying on a lounge chair. There were people behind me selling things at small kiosks next to the garage. I got up to look at the stuff. I walked over to a bin that had standing upright in it some kind of rolled up flags or banners or something. I started taking a closer look at them. They were mostly white with a kind of burgundyish-brownish colored...something on them. I suddenly had the creepy feeling that I was being watched closely. I looked around at the people milling about, but no one was looking at me. I ran out of the yard to the side door of the house. As I reached for the door knob to open it, I saw in the door window the reflection of a girl standing directly behind me staring at me. I whirled around, but there was no one there. I looked at the reflection again & saw she was still there. She had long, straight dark brown or black hair, very pale skin, dark eyes, wearing a dirt-smeared white dress.

I yanked the door open, jumped inside the house and slammed the door shut. I stood there for a minute, then slowly eased the curtain on the window back to see if she was still standing there. She was. Except I could also feel her standing directly behind me inside the house. I started to panic but I also started thinking that I couldn't panic, I had to find out who she was and why she was following me when I woke up.

Then, I had a dream I was once again in the backyard of the house where I grew up. There were several people around. Someone was frying eggs in a pan on a grill. I was going to have one of the eggs. The eggs were already partially cooked when I noticed the “skin” that covers the yolk had been pulled back on 2 or 3 of the eggs. I took a spatula and pulled the skin back over the yolks. The yolks started “bubbling”. The person cooking the eggs said that was why he or she had pulled them away. I took the spatula and peeled the skin back again & the yolks stopped bubbling. I wanted the yolk on my egg soft, but the person who was “in charge” of cooking the eggs was just standing there. First, I was staring at the eggs watching the yolks be too cooked, I looked up at the person, who at first was talking but had suddenly grown quiet. He or she was just staring off into space. I took the frying pan off the grill, carried it into the garage, and set it on a table. I cut one of the eggs with the spatula, took it out of the frying pan, and put it on a plate. I then got some toast from somewhere and put 3 slices on the grill for a couple minutes to toast them, but then decided 3 slices was too much & I only wanted 2. I took 1 back off the grill and stuck it back in the bag with the rest of the loaf. I proceeded to let the other 2 toast, then buttered them and put jelly on one of them. As I did that I glanced up and saw my original employer at the last place where I had worked; the employer who had passed away several years ago now. His name was Abe. When he passed away no one knew exactly how old he was, he was a Holocaust survivor. He never spoke about it, except to say that when he was dragged from his bed his mother had told him to lie about his age and say he was older so he had a better chance of surviving.

In my dream, he was standing towards the front of the backyard, on the outside of the fence. He had just come from inside the house looking for his daughter-in-law Kelly. He asked me if I had seen her. I told him I thought she was the one who had just slipped toward between the fence the separated our yard from the neighbors’ and the garage to head towards the back, but I had not actually gotten a good look.

Suddenly I was in a movie theater watching a movie with lots of other people. I was sitting in the 3rd or 4th row on the far end with an aisle to my immediate right. The people next to me & in the row directly in front of me were all talking and scoffing at the people in the row in front of them. They were high schoolers who were being a nuisance. They were making fun of the movie. Somehow, all of their seats were facing the rest of us and they had all stood up, put their heads on the seats and were “sitting” upside down with their asses facing the rest of us. I took my camera out of my sweater pocket & was trying to take pictures but the camera settings were all wrong. I was getting pictures with fancy frames around them that I did not want. Security came and approached a woman who was accused of being the instigator to the high-schoolers mischief. I tried taking pictures of the woman as she was being escorted out of the theater from the right side of the movie screen. The security guys saw me trying to take pictures and told me not to.

Suddenly I was in a car with Abe. We had just completed a journey. I dropped him off at someone’s house, then phoned a friend to meet me somewhere public to pick up my luggage that she had taken with her because there was no room in my own car. The friend had arrived the next day after Abe & I.

We met in a parking lot behind a restaurant. She was parked there first, I was somewhere across the street on the other side of another parking lot. I was looking through a chain-link fence & I could see her from where I was. She had pulled 2 suitcases out of her car. One of them was exactly like the one I take with me, the other looked just like it only a little bigger. In my dream, both were mine. Two police officers walked up to her. One was a friend of hers. The other insisted on “inspecting” the suitcases. By inspecting, he had a large, black plastic handheld device that had a handle and was shaped sort of like a gun, but the “barrel” came to a point and had a small blue light on the end. It was actually some kind of drug detecting device. I stood there and watched. The officers detected no drugs, the officer friend conversed with the woman for a few minutes, and then they both left. I walked over to the woman, conversed with her & thanked her for bringing my luggage. I wheeled them back across the parking lots towards my car. I was almost there when both officers suddenly appeared and asked me if the luggage was mine and where was I going with them. I told them yes they were mine & I pointed to my car, which was still about 30 feet away. The one with the drug detector asked if I had a receipt for them. I told him no. He told me had to inspect them and proceeded to unzip the outside pockets and slide the device around the insides. I hoped and prayed my friend had not slipped in bags of coke or heroine while she was out of my sight as I had walked across the parking lots to get to her. I wondered of I should tell the other officer, her friend, that she was also a friend of mine & to explain about how I had traveled with someone else and that I’d not had room for my own luggage but that our friend had brought it for me when I woke up.