I'm late for work and rushing to get there before ten. The furniture is rearranged but i find my desk by the location of the person i know i'm supposed to sit next to. My chair is different - it's got red upholstery and is stationary instead of on wheels. I'm irritated that it doesn't roll but it “sits” okay so i’m not too perturbed by the change. As i boot up my computer, i turn on my radio to listen to Blade while i work but it’s not right. Instead of Blade it’s Ali Davidson from old RDU days. I’m confused and check online to see if a format change was announced but there’s no explanation. I feel a sense of panic. I know i'll never be able to find where he's gone and i can't understand why he'd leave without telling me he was going. It occurs to me that i'm not a real person to him and become distraught.
I'm visiting Angie and i want to leave to come home but i can't remember where i parked my car. I think about taking hers but it's an old Scout and the wiring is messed up so i don't think i can drive it. A guy i thought was Hank in the dream but awake i know it’s Ronnie, my manager from when i worked at Pizza Hut, drives up in his 1970's era green Dodge Challenger and offers to bring me to the airport. I get in, but first he has to go to a house where he can buy drugs. We come to the house and go in. It’s very 'modern' with lots of glass and metal. Angie waits outside the 'waiting' room. The drug dealers look right out of Miami Vice. Slick Latinos. After we enter the room to make a deal, the “leader” pushes a button on the wall inside the door and large steel walls unfold over the regular walls. Each wall has a button and the leader goes to each one and presses it so that finally the room is encased in bulletproof steel. There’s a table in the center of the room and another gang man pours out a whole bunch of pot on top of it. It's a big pile of buds. As Ronnie and the leader haggle over a price, i notice that there's no ceiling on this room and a cop is walking along a metal sidewalk just above and outside the perimeter of the room at ceiling level (like the steel walkways in movie prisons). I duck into the corner right underneath where the cop is standing so i won't be seen, and point out the cop to Ronnie and the dealer. They press up against the wall out of sight also. Ronnie and i leave through the door back into the waiting room. Angie is standing by the door and a guy comes inside this room. He’s somebody from high school (i recognize his face but don’t remember his name right now even though i knew it while in the dream). He remembers Angie from those days and has a grudge against her. He says something about her being a tease and shoots her in the chest. Ronnie catches her as she falls and carries her out to the car. She's not dead but has been shot in her right lung. I ask him if he knows where the hospital is and he says he does so we drive to the hospital. A medical team rushes her in to surgery. Ronnie and i wait but the whole time i'm fretting because i don't know why i went to visit Angie or how i got there or how i'm going to get back home. We go in to a recovery room to see Angie and she’s going to be alright. I can't understand why ?? shot her because it was so long ago.
What is his name? I can clearly see his face from those days. And Ronnie! How fun. We had a blast back in the day. He was a heavy smoker and by 21 had already had a lung removed to disease. I'm sure he's dead by now. (But then, i thought the same about Angie and she's very much alive). Ronnie lost his drivers license. I would chauffeur him everywhere in his Challenger (or was it a Charger?). I loved driving that muscle car! Probably the fastest car i've ever driven. I drove him to Pink Hill once so he could buy pot. I remember being disappointed that Pink Hill wasn't pink at all. I hate remembering both of these dreams.
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