Date of experience: Dec 11 2009
Experience Type(s): Dream
Although this particular experience was sandwiched between a lot more running around and having strange experiences with people, this is the chunk I woke up after (for the most part) and I remember it best.
To make a long story short, I had missed my flight from Arizona back to Juneau. My Grandmother had dropped my sister and I off to deal with the dilemma and we were before a flight attendant booth in a huge busy warehouse of an airport center. Two employee's were there too assist us and my sister L took it upon herself to be our communicative leader. So she starts talking to this guy and this woman, who take to her immediately as she is facilitating a conversation more for their entertainment than for our business purposes. I ask her to knock it off and get back to business--and the woman behind the counter tells me that I'm being rude. She says it like it's her job to play social duty, like I'm just some stranger who happens to be standing next to this darling customer they're working with and I have no right to speak in. I look at her, and an interesting thing goes on inside my head for a moment. Then, where I would have normally gritted my teeth and let L continue on her social merrymaking, I instead told the woman that she was acting out of place. She shut up and looked away.
We finished and started walking away. A table is set up on the far wall. It looks like something you'd see in a craft market. "Those are gypsies," says L. As we approach the table, I remember some advice that I'd heard earlier on in the dream--if you try something on, you may as well have already bought it. L starts right in with the gypsy woman, socializing and cracking jokes. I see a necklace on the table that I just have to pick up. It's a wooden pendant, shaped like diamond, with little pieces of amber and crystal roughly pressed into both faces. The thing is strung on two intricately woven leather braids. I love it, but I dodn't have any money. I notice the gypsy woman turning her attention to my interest. It's not like I'm trying the thing on, but instinct tells me to drop it and look away. Too late. The woman is very aggressively insisting that I purchase the necklace. L has wondered off. I finally just tell the woman that I don't have any money. She retorts with some snide remark about how I shoulda thought of that and takes a big plastic bead out of her pocket and chucks it at my head. And hits. The thing goes flying off sideways past the table and on past a tree. I go after it. I can't find the bead, but as I pass I see something vaguely interesting in the tree. But I'm on a mission, I don't think about it. I go back to the counter and pick up a similar plastic bead, meaning to chuck it back at her, but I loose my nerve. Between thoughts of chucking it at her and tossing it to her gently, I completely over-toss and it goes flying over her head. She laughs at my poor aim, so does another gypsy dude coming up behind her. And suddenly I remember what it was I had seen in the tree.
A doxin. Mouth open, laying still, and strung up in the lower branches by it's hind legs. I had been so blind in my pathetic revenge mission that I hadn't even wondered if it was still alive. I leave the ridiculing gypsies and go to the tree. The dog is a mess. She's got aged teats like she's a mom. Her head it lolled to the side, mouth open, tongue hanging out. She's covered in dry, sticky blood. It's her front paws that are tied with a bungie and tethered above her body to the tree branch, her hind legs are bound and limp on the ground. I don't know if she's alive, but I need something sharp. There's a hiking back conveniently on the ground beside where I'm squatting, and a spoon sticking out of it with some absurdly shaped and absurdly sharp handle. I take the spoon and use the sharp end to try and cut the bungie cord. It's pretty gross. The bungie is so tight that it's stripped most of the flesh from her paws and I find myself cutting close to bone. She snaps at me, so she is alive. I just barely get the bungie severed without cutting off more of her flesh. The doxin is still trying to defend herself, but it's weak. I scoop her up and run across the room to an area full of airline employees asking if anyone has a phone or what they think we should do. Call the humane society? I really have no idea. The dog perks up while everyone is debating the options and lifts her head to reveal what looks like another mouth--ugh, it's just her gaping throat, although it doesn't seem to bother her any more than anything else. Someone was exceptionally cruel to this dog. One of the flight attendants goes to pet her, and she croons into the attention. I wonder if I should take the dog home and heal her myself. I go to pet her, and she bites at me. It bums me out, but I understand.
Here I am thinking it's the worst thing in the world that I missed my flight, but if I hadn't, this dog would be dead. We were still talking about what to do with the doxin when I got bored and woke up.
