Dreams

	Crash, 17/Feb/92 I'm taking mum, dad, Glenys and maybe Rodney up to the Tech paddock in my car for an outing. I take them up to the lookout on the old ring-road, which in this dream is grassed over, and the Tech school isn't there. There's lots of trees and a house nearby. Dad decides he wants to drive, so I let him. I sit behind him giving him instructions on steering, but he seems to be okay as we get to the lookout. It all seems very nostalgic and enjoyable. Then dad seems to lose control and heads straight towards the house. I tell him to turn, but he doesn't hear me or seem to see the house. We crash into it. We all get out and try explaining and apologising to the house's occupants, but all I can think of is how bloody stupid and annoying is my dad - and of the debt we'll incur because of the crash. I'm very unsettled. I can't seem to handle this: it's like it tears it completely. I can't stand it anymore. I've gotta get away. I have an argument with Glenys and tell her I'm leaving them for dead. She takes it bitterly. I leave. Next, it's night and I've been wandering like a lost child fearful of its parents' punishment. I decide it's time to go home and confront the implications of the crash. I collect some things I had stashed away in a nearby window from a house on an old, dingy version of Swinburne Avenue. A vigilant old guy wakes up by the things and I tell him they're mine. He goes back to sleep. One of the things is a guitar. When I get home I see a sheet of papers nailed to a tree out front, detailing all the damages occurred. It's from some assessor and it's about $600. Rodney comes out and looks at it with me and realises the debt can be 'wiped'. So we all feel a sense of relief. I'm not sure if I've patched things up with Glenys and mum and dad, whether I've been forgiven. Next, I visit the scene of the crash. It's by the old Tech creek now, and there's this huge 'mast' pole that rises and falls like a catapult there. Everything's okay now between Glenys and me. It's even like a scene from a slapstick film. Glenys is hanging up clothes on the mast pole. She's also got a baby hanging on it. Then the mast pole rises very fast and lets the baby go like a catapult, and the baby lands in the creek. Everyone laughs - it's supposed to be funny. Glenys's washing lines the pole like seperate flags. Despite the humorous tone at the end, this one was pretty unsettling. Especially me leaving them for dead. I think some of this dream came from the photo of mum and dad I saw last night, and some from the letters about my car crash I perused briefly. Maybe some of it's also from the baseball game yesterday, when the Firsts almost lost, but won in the end.