I had this dream the other night, and woke up very annoyed.
At the beginning, I am taking donation calls at a radio station I interned at. I can tell by the way I am talking that I am not me, but am the manifestation of Wolf that could be my twin brother, if I had one.
A few seats down from me is a girl I know. She comes over to my seat and says a weird call keeps being transferred to her line, and wants me to answer if it calls again. She shows me a paper where she wrote down the number, and I agree to talk to them if they call again.
Soon enough, she beckons me over and I answer her the phone. I say hello, and the caller says, “I didn’t call to talk to you.”
And he hangs up.
Not long after, she brings her cell phone over and shows me a call she just missed. It’s the same number. They left a voicemail for her, and she has me listen to it. It sounds like the man I heard on the donation phone, and he says, “they’re dead. They’re dead.”
He sounds angry, like he’s threatening to kill someone, rather than like he’s trying to tell her someone is already dead.
I ask her if she knows who this person is or what he’s talking about, but she just shrugs and doesn’t really look at me. She doesn’t really look at you when she lies.
Then the dream changes, and I am at a mall. There is a fountain with a pool, and sitting on the ledge are three little, slightly Asian looking children. A girl and two boys. She is standing with them and gives them pennies so they can make wishes. I am not at the mall with them, but she sees me and says hello.
I ask her if she got any more weird calls. She hesitates, and then says that she thinks the man was talking about the children sitting at the fountain. I ask her if she told their parents and she gives me this look, like I’m a very stupid person. And she says they’re hers.
That’s news to me, but before I can say so, the children are crying and coughing. Really loudly. I am annoyed, but when I look over, I see they’re doing this because a crazy man is holding the girl and the older boy’s faces so close to the surface of the pool that the ripples from the fountain are washing over their faces and choking them. The littlest boy is just crying because he’s scared of the crazy man.
Wtf, dream world?
She sort of drops out of the dream at that point, and my self-as-Wolf pulls the man backwards so he falls and lets go of the children. They kind of fade out of the dream, too, and it’s just this crazy man and I.
He is mostly bald, with some grey left over. Glasses. Blue polo shirt. Khaki shorts. White shoes. Those tall white socks that dads wear with shorts and sandals to embarrass their children…I have never seen him in my life.
His otherwise unremarkable face is twisted in a crazy-person snarl, and he looks for a minute like he will get up and try to fight me. Then he starts laughing.
I tell him he’s crazy (you know…in case that hadn’t occurred to him), and ask who he is, going around and trying to kill children like that.
And…he stops laughing. And looks at me with narrowed eyes, like he’s telling me something that should already have occurred to me.
He says that he was sent for them (the dream implied psychically that it was their father who sent him, but he didn’t actually say that), and they were his to deal with however he saw fit. I started to tell him he was mistaken, and he cut me off. And told me to stop pretending I was a hero, because he knew I didn’t care if those children lived or died–deep down, I was only angry because they weren’t mine.
He did not say those words to me though. He said them to Wolf. And we were so angry…I think the dream ended with us moving to attack the crazy man, but in that moment I woke up.
These dreams, man…sometimes I don’t even know.