Brrr-ring

 

The phone jangled me awake at 7:07 am. It was my neighbor Sally Hutchinson, calling about a loose horse in the neighborhood. I told her that whoever it belonged to, it hadn't escaped from my property. My gate is shut, and the fencing is impervious to equine wanderers. I gave her my neighbor's phone number. I was still sleepy and wanted to get back to the comfort of my couch. I got a warm washcloth to place over my eyes and lay down, hoping to be lulled back to sleep by the ramblings of my audio program.

Dreaming, I found myself outside. I was in my neighborhood, riding my quad and towing a small trailer. I was on a mission, but I don't know what it was, exactly. I guess I was going around to all the neighbor's houses to inquire about something. I felt that whatever it was, it was important enough to disregard no trespassing signs, bypass gates and enter dwellings without knocking. 

I rode my quad right into my neighbor Bob's house, though their bedroom, where he and his wife lay sleeping soundly, and down the hallway. I was hoping to just exit the house undetected, but I ran into his son in the living room. 

He greeted me by handing me a baby. It was a heavy child, limp and limbless, with smooth stumps for appendages. It's eyes were dull and unresponsive. I reluctantly cradled it, though it almost fell out of my arms when first handed to me.

"He has unconditioned, pure awareness. Perfect universal perception of reality," said the father proudly.

I gave the baby a second look and saw that his eyes were indeed deep wells, unfathomable, and they remained fixed on some indistinguishable point in space. 

I gave the baby back to the father and found a small chair with wheels and placed it on the countertop. It fit perfectly between the toaster and the cupboard door. I guess I thought that this would make a perfect location for them to set the baby, perhaps to feed it, I don't know.

I had to get going, so I asked for some ice cubes to take with me for another neighbor. The wife fetched the ice cubes as the husband droned on about some kind of "ultimate reality,  unity of all things" nonsense. I was starting to suspect the external audio influence, but I couldn't place it yet. 

Before I could leave with the rapidly melting ice cubes, Bob burst through the door wearing a bathrobe and speaking loudly, in a panicky voice.

"It's Jenny! She's unresponsive! Oh, hello, Andrew," he said, interrupting his emergency train of thought to politely greet me.

An ambulance was summoned, and I got out of there just as it was arriving. I saw them wheeling Jenny out to the curb as I was drove my quad and trailer away, toting my ice cube tray, which now contained mostly water and about four shrunken ice cubes. 

I turned back around and found that I was on my own property, in a previously undiscovered corner that had a spectacular view of the neighborhood, as well as overlooking the valley, with some distant mountains in the background. There was a sheer dropoff at the edge of the property, and a gully about 50 feet wide and unfathomably deep, which separated my land from the adjacent property. There was a golf course on the other side, with people playing golf and milling about. I made a mental note to return to this spot later.

I looked at the ice cube tray, and saw that the ice cubes had all but vanished. This wouldn't do, I thought, so I ditched the tray and the mostly melted ice cubes and abandoned whatever mission had required them of me. I soon awakened, the dream having run out of steam. My audio player was playing Adyashanti's "Falling into Grace," a track I would normally skip through, since I have a problem with the word "grace."

There were a ton more details to the dream, but I can't draw them out competently with out risking conjecture and confabulation. So, what I have is a stripped down version which was quickly pasted together