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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The first thing I can recall is being in my dad’s house,though it does not appear as it does in reality. The time in the dream is6:00A.M., and my alarm has sounded. There are guests besides myself in thehouse, and I am not sure if they woke up naturally or because of my alarm.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The first person I see is my dad, and he is fully dressedand all smiles. He is wearing a pair of what might be light-colored corduroypants, and a multi-colored vest, possibly made of wool, which seems an unusualchoice for indoors. I think he is also wearing his moccasins, which he was fondof in the 1980’s.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Good morning!” he says to me, and I reply the same. The othersin the house are beginning to stir, and unlike my dad they are all sleepy-eyedand not ready for morning. I can see my stepmom over my right shoulder, andbehind me and to the left are cousins Angie and Michael (named Dave in thedream), and some unidentified woman who I think is a friend of my stepmother’s.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Despite the early hour I am excited to be awake, and I havemy SLR camera in hand, ready to take some pictures of the dawn. Indeed it isbrightening to the east, and the colors are striking. I have not seen thesecolors before from a dawn, especially at my current location, and I’m eager torecord the images before they are lost. I recognize the yard outside, includingthe backyard fountain, and that I am in California, though none of the imageryactually exists in real life.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Just as I finish the thought of taking pictures of the dawn,the sky is covered by clouds, and the light is lost. I am disappointed, and Ihunch slightly, a mild sadness over-taking me. My melancholy is short-lived,however, as the twilight brought on by the appearance of the clouds gives wayto true darkness outside, and I can see stars in the sky, their radiance brightenough to give a spectral glow to the garden and the fountain waters, now only visible asdark shapes with the tiniest hint of radiance.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Rubbing her eyes, Angie mutters, “It’s way too early. Wakeme up later.” As she says this she turns to head back to her bedroom, and theothers follow, all but my father. He heads on into the kitchen; a left-turn anda step up from the wide hall we currently occupy.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The entrance to the kitchen is also an open pantry, andshelves line either side, stuffed to overflowing with packaged groceries. Iknow there is a table out of sight in the kitchen but I never can see it. Thewalls are wood, and old, like at my grandmother’s house, a faded yellow paintclinging to the doorway and moldings.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Opposite this pantry is a set of double doors withfull-length windows set in them, squared off every four inches or so, andcovered by white curtains. These curtains are closed at the moment but somehowI can see through to the room behind them, and even out the windows beyond.Outside and to the west the sky is now illuminated with a pale twilight orpossibly early sunset. The illumination is confusing coming from the westthough the time is still early morning. I can see smoke rising from somedistant fire, and though I never see flames the smoke is lit up, colors oforange and pink, as though embraced by the rising or setting sun. I want to seethis, take pictures of it, know what’s causing it, and I set myself the goal offinding a way to do so.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I can’t go through the doors near me, which are locked, butI know I can still get to a place where I can view the scene from if I ventureback down the hall. Walking swiftly, I reverse my course and turn to the leftinto a room which also has a set of double-doors that lead me to a view of theoutside. These are not locked, and I open them with a whoosh.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I realize my mistake immediately, as before me are thesleeping forms of the three houseguests, one on a small sofa or large chair,the other two on soft mattress pads on the floor. All are covered by thick,fluffy comforters, and Angie is muttering in her sleep. Dave is out cold, andhis feet protrude from under his covers, while the woman who is a friend of mystepmother is snoring, and turns from her side onto her back as I stand in thedoorway feeling like an intruder.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The room is dark, and though I was sure I would have a viewof the outside from this room, the only light is coming from behind me, fallingupon the sleeping faces of the three guests. The windows have been draped inlong, white curtains, and though I cannot see additional window coverings thereseems to be no light entering the room, as though the sky outside is pitchblack.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I back out of the room slowly and quietly, doing my best toclose the latch without making any sound. With the door now shut I turn to myright and tip-toe through the room I’m in to yet another door, similar to allthe others except that it is not paired. I turn the handle and begin to walkthrough when I discover that the room I have entered still does not lead me tothe outside. I am faced with a wide room, carpeted and furnished, yet seeminglyforgotten as though an unattended part of the spacious home. Windows made ofsquare glass panes face west, and I can see the smoke still rising, but theimage is slightly distorted by the ancient glass, creating a ripple effect overeverything I can see outside.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Now I’m frustrated. I should have come to the back deck ofthe house, a perfect spot to take pictures and see what is causing the smoke,but every room leads me to nowhere useful. Seeing my task as futile but not yetgiving up, I head back towards the hall where I encountered everyone earlier,and somehow I have picked up a large bag of Cheetos along the way. Feelingsnacky, I take a couple of Cheetos, and munch one as I walk. The other I amstill holding as I again encounter my dad, still dressed in the unusual outfit.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Are you hungry? We have a lot of food here.” He eyes thebag of Cheetos I’m carrying.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I reply with slight anger. “No, I’m not really hungry. Ijust wanted one. That’s okay, right?!” I’m still holding one Cheeto, bulbousand long. The golden dust covers my fingertips.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“It’s a pretty morning, living here.” he says, and makes asweeping gesture as if referring to the house and the surrounding hillside. “Doyou like it?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I like it just fine,” I reply,” but I want to take picturesof the smoke outside. How can I do that when I can’t get outside or see pastthis tree?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Looking to my right is a set of windows facing west, and theview would be perfect save for a large tree branch which obscures my view,waving around in the wind and occasionally affording me a small glance of thelandscape beyond.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My dad, turning to some male friend of his who hasmysteriously appeared next to me, says, “It’s great here, you can seeeverything around for miles! You can see all the cities and towns that surroundhere!”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“What?!” I shout. “What can you see around here?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“You can see Adelaide, Addison, Alta Vista, Burke, Caldwell,Dawson, Howardsville, Westlake, Round Rock, Davis, Sonoma…”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]“Dad, you can’t see any of those places from here! The onlyplace you can see is Howardsville, and that’s no great sight!” **Honestly, I have no idea whatHowardsville is. I think my mind was trying to come up with Pflugerville, whichlies to the north of Austin, but my mind couldn’t wrap itself around the ‘Pf’at the beginning of the name, and so I replaced it with a fictitious town.Honestly, from where I live in Austin, you can’t see any surroundingcommunities, almost the exact opposite of the where my dad lives with asweeping view of the San Francisco Bay Area.**[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]On top of my frustration of not being able to see out adecent window, the sky has turned dark again, as though night has fallen. Ithad felt like middle-of-the-day while my dad was expounding the virtue of hishome’s location, but time has passed and darkness has settled in again.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I find myself slipping in to bed, and everything looksnormal as it does now. Just as I’m about to turn out the light I hear a soundoutside the bedroom window, an odd metallic springy noise. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Is that ‘S’ (my son) outside, playing with a Slinky?” I askJen[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Maybe.” She replies, as casually as I had asked.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]This is not good, though not terrible. If he is indeedoutside, it means he climbed out his window and is being his usual fun-lovingself, playing a prank on us and trying to make us wonder what is going on.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]“It could be neighborhood kids, though I doubt it at thishour. Should I go make him come inside?” Somehow I don’t seem to be overlyworried about his actions, and I’m just about to turn off the light when I wakeup, and I can hear my son in the bathroom, playing around with the metal blindswhich cover the one window. It’s 7:02A.M. and I have overslept. [/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Oops.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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