April 13 /06
1- Uncleanable Aquarium
Was scrubbing out a massive fish tank. It was crusted with what looked like dried gobs of snot. Which was really damned disgusting.
I finally got the tank crystal clear, put all the synthetic stuff back into it, filled it with water. It looked as good as new.
Fish were suddenly in it. A small blue beta fish and a yellow and black one that sort of looked like a lion fish. There were also many little transparent fishes. Could see their innards as well as their skeletal system. Watched them for a bit then remembered that I had two other beta fish cramped into a small tank.
Retrieved the red and blue fish and dumped them into the larger tank, hoping they would fight...like they were supposed to. The two new fish didn't do anything. Just floated around totally ignoring each other.
I ended up tossing a couple of pink sea anenomie into the tank as well then went into the kitched to get a drink. The tap water was filthy, a brownish yellow. Tossed my drink into the sink and left.
Checked on my fish tank and it was suddenly filthy again. Could barely see through the glass. I simply snapped. Grabbed a nearby kitchen chair and used it to smash the fishtank. Water and glass flooded my dining room. I immediately started stomping on all the fish. My bare feet were getting sliced up from the glass as I squashed the life out of the fish, but I didn't care. I just wanted them all dead. Gone. Sick of cleaning that damned tank.
2- The Black Bird
I was reading a book titled Savior. I was really interested in it but the content of the story didn't seem to stick in my mind. As I was curled up on my couch reading, a black bird smacked into the back picture window. I tossed my book and rushed to the window to look outside and see if the bird was okay.
THe bird wasn't outside. Somehow it had managed to slip right through the window pane without shattering it. The little black bird was lying there twitching on my dining room floor. I scooped it up and decided to try fix it.
Took it into the kitchen and somehow knew that it's body was now usless. Paralysed? The bird's head was still fine and lively. So I twisted it's head off of it 's body. I shoved the body aside for the time being. I jammed the blackbird's head down onto my index finger. We became symbiotic. The bird head was alive and well, even trying to chirp. Knew it was hungry and thirsty so I fed it a chocolate covered peanut and then tipped it's head down into a saucer of water so that it could drink.
Carefully, I rummaged some wires out of the 'junk drawer'. Rigged the wires up so that I could send an electric current through the bird's unmoving body. No matter how much I tried to 'shock' life back into the body, it would not be revived.
I felt horrible. I felt that I should be able to entirely save the bird. The fact that I couldn't just killed me inside.
I suddenly realized that I couldn't keep the bird head. I was wrong to have tried to help it. I only made things worse. It could never live a normal life now. I pulled the blackbird off of my finger and laid it on the kitchen counter. Suddenly there was a huge hammer in my left hand. I instantly lifted it and brought it down. Heard a mushy little crunch as the hammer crushed my bird's head. Felt horrible. Worse than I can ever remember feeling. I went back to my couch, curled up on it and literally wept.
3- Me, the Mechanic
I was in a field with a bunch of others fixing cars, like the pre tune up phase just before a demolition derby.
I know nothing about fixing vehicles. I don't even drive so the mechanics of how a vehicle is able to drive are totally beyond my comprehension.
I was tuning up a huge white bus. I moved about the thing like i knew what I was doing. To finish off I wanted to put some fresh tires on it. There were none so I quickly stole some tires from someone else's vehicle and put them onto the bus. The driver of the bus eventually came along, clapped me on the back for helping him. He then ushered a bunch of people onto the vehicle, each of whom thanked me or shook my hand for doing such a good swift job of fixing their bus.
After a few minutes the bus departed.
Suddenly this guy jumps in my face, accusing me of stealing his motor. It was the guy I'd stolen the tires from. I assured him I didn't steal his damned motor, there was no way in hell I could lift a motor out of a car. But he was dead sure I was the one who'd taken it.
Next thing I know, a huge crash echoed throught the area. I looked down the road and saw that my bus had crashed. I ran to it and tried to help the passengers out of it. They either swung at me or cringed away, most swearing at me or calling me down. The one phrase that really blared out though was..."You've done enough harm as it is. Get away. You're no help."
So I dejectedly left them. Feeling horrible that my help had only caused them further hinderance and pain.
4- Dirty Laundry
Was walking down a road that looked like Town Line. Came to a valley of old run down houses. An old fat woman was sitting crosslegged on her front lawn. She was in a moomoo and big floppy straw hat. She waved me over. I ignored her and continued on.
Came to be in the midst of a small town. A guy, the Keifer looking guy from a previous dream, waved me over. Offered me a job. I accepted. He lead me down a narrow decending alley and to a huge rusted metal door. He shoved it open and shoved me inside.
It was like a massive laundry. Gigantic well worn vats of boiling linens were everywhere. I felt compelled to touch one of the vats as we passed by but Kiefer smacked my hand away before I could. He told me I wasn't ready to touch them yet. I was a bit angered that he'd hit me but it quickly passed.
He launched into this long boring explenation of how each of the vats contained soiled fabric from a different house. Explained which vat contained which house's fabrics.
He then handed me off to a really skinny woman with puffy black hair. She reminded me of Chris Rock, but in a slinky little dress and stilleto boots. (shudders) 'Chris' lead me to a smaller room in which small steel tubs and washboards were being used to wash clothing. She shoved me down beside one of the tubs and ordered me to get scrubbing, told me there was a whole shit load of scrubbing to be done before I could leave. So, I set to work.
After a bit, I noticed a younger guy, maybe about 16, 17 or 18? His arm was in a sling. He looked up at me and smiled though it was obvious he was in pain. I sneaked over and asked if he needed help. He nodded. He used his good left arm and I became his right as together we worked on his pile of clothes.
Suddenly Kiefer was there. He whacked the tub with what looked like a contorted cane, and ordered me back to my own workstation. I slinked back. He knelt down beside me, glared at me and told me to take care of my own dirty laundry before trying to clean someone else's.
So, I sat there dejectedly scrubbing endless scraps of clothing, occasionally looking over to the guy with the broken arm. He looked so weak and worn. Felt so bad that I couldn't help him...and at the same time hated that Keifer was right about me having to take care of my own laundry first and foremost.
***Here is my blog entry from last night just before I slipped to bed.
It's 2 am and my mind is plagued with... Why?
Why do I bother to give a fuck?
Why do I let them keep getting to me?
Why am I cursed with this god damned savior compex?
Who knows?
Who cares?
Wonder if those questions influenced my dreams any...
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