Delivery?
Posted: Tuesday, April 16, 2013 by Lauren in
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Last night’s dream was set in the time period before either
my sister or I were married. We both were still living at home in Illinois with
our parents on the small hobby farm where I grew up. We lived in my grandparent’s
house there rather than in the house next door where we grew up.
It was a normal day. We had just finished our college classes and had made it home. We pulled into the long gravel driveway to find that a brown UPS truck was already parked there…and was empty. Other than the delivery truck, we were the only ones at home. We looked at each other, perplexed but not alarmed, and went to open the front door. It seemed stuck, so I went around to the garage’s back door and was nearly run over by a blond young woman barreling out of the garage. She was quite petite and dressed in the brown UPS uniform. And she looked like she was up to trouble. As I walked her around to her truck, I asked, “So, what were you doing around back?” She started babbling and never gave me a good answer. She launched herself up into the truck, revved it and peeled out down the road.
Ariel and I were both really skeptical about her reasons for being in the
garage since she hadn’t dropped anything off and clearly her truck wasn’t in
need of gas. Plus, the back door should’ve been rough to enter, having locks on
both the screen door and the main door. We finally were able to let ourselves
into the house and nothing seemed amiss. We tried to brush it off as just a
weird day.
As the days progressed, the truck driver girl started showing up everywhere we were, trying to be our friend. It always made me uncomfortable because she seemed disingenuous and too needy without ever telling us what it was that she wanted. With more and more frequency, she began stopping at our house just to chat while still on her route. She made me uneasy. After a discussion with dad, we decided to call her boss and let them know she was trying to spend an awful lot of time here and that we weren’t big fans of it.
She showed up the next night around 8:00 p.m. Mom invited her inside and seated her in the living room, where the girl had some supper and talked with her usual bubbly animation until about 11:00. She finally decided to leave, and I had to carry something out to the truck for her. It was one of those nights that are so black they seem to eat up any light. As I was walking across the large front porch and headed down the steps, she adopted an aggressive posture and cornered me against one of the large window boxes. I felt the flowers brushing my back. “I heard that you made a call last night. You’re getting tired of having me around? What’s it to you? I’m just making friendly conversation. You just wait until tomorrow night… then you’ll really enjoy what I’m planning.” And with that, she pulled a weird looking knife and threatened me. I dropped whatever I was carrying and quickly went back inside. Clearly dad must not have been home that evening because he wouldn’t have tolerated that threat for a minute.
The next evening, the weather was a complete disaster. The porch was covered in ice. The crops, all beautifully green and two months along, were destroyed. As it started to thunder-snow, I watched one of our older kittens skitter and skate across the icy yard, her feet doing a hilarious little dance. Soon, flashes of lightning lit the clouds that were moving in across the faintly greenish sky that usually signals the formation of a tornado. As the winds began to rise, I
Woke up! Yay! This was a delightfully gore-free dream. Special thanks to my husband for having such fortuitous timing in waking me this morning.
So. How do you think this one would’ve ended?
Here’s where it landed on my scary-meter.
Enjoyable________________[]______________________________________________Terrifying
It was a normal day. We had just finished our college classes and had made it home. We pulled into the long gravel driveway to find that a brown UPS truck was already parked there…and was empty. Other than the delivery truck, we were the only ones at home. We looked at each other, perplexed but not alarmed, and went to open the front door. It seemed stuck, so I went around to the garage’s back door and was nearly run over by a blond young woman barreling out of the garage. She was quite petite and dressed in the brown UPS uniform. And she looked like she was up to trouble. As I walked her around to her truck, I asked, “So, what were you doing around back?” She started babbling and never gave me a good answer. She launched herself up into the truck, revved it and peeled out down the road.
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As the days progressed, the truck driver girl started showing up everywhere we were, trying to be our friend. It always made me uncomfortable because she seemed disingenuous and too needy without ever telling us what it was that she wanted. With more and more frequency, she began stopping at our house just to chat while still on her route. She made me uneasy. After a discussion with dad, we decided to call her boss and let them know she was trying to spend an awful lot of time here and that we weren’t big fans of it.
She showed up the next night around 8:00 p.m. Mom invited her inside and seated her in the living room, where the girl had some supper and talked with her usual bubbly animation until about 11:00. She finally decided to leave, and I had to carry something out to the truck for her. It was one of those nights that are so black they seem to eat up any light. As I was walking across the large front porch and headed down the steps, she adopted an aggressive posture and cornered me against one of the large window boxes. I felt the flowers brushing my back. “I heard that you made a call last night. You’re getting tired of having me around? What’s it to you? I’m just making friendly conversation. You just wait until tomorrow night… then you’ll really enjoy what I’m planning.” And with that, she pulled a weird looking knife and threatened me. I dropped whatever I was carrying and quickly went back inside. Clearly dad must not have been home that evening because he wouldn’t have tolerated that threat for a minute.
The next evening, the weather was a complete disaster. The porch was covered in ice. The crops, all beautifully green and two months along, were destroyed. As it started to thunder-snow, I watched one of our older kittens skitter and skate across the icy yard, her feet doing a hilarious little dance. Soon, flashes of lightning lit the clouds that were moving in across the faintly greenish sky that usually signals the formation of a tornado. As the winds began to rise, I
Woke up! Yay! This was a delightfully gore-free dream. Special thanks to my husband for having such fortuitous timing in waking me this morning.
So. How do you think this one would’ve ended?
Here’s where it landed on my scary-meter.
Enjoyable________________[]______________________________________________Terrifying