Liz wanted to drive to her mother-in-law's house and I went with her in the van. Halfway through the trip to her house, Liz and I stopped downtown and because we saw Barb walking with Liz's children. "When did you leave your house?" I asked her in surprise, trying to remember the rest of the journey to Barb's house and why we hadn't come across her earlier. This mental step through was made more difficult as somehow Barb had moved from the hillside overlooking Redondo to a hillside overlooking Kaneohe Bay on Oahu.
After brief chit-chat, Liz and I piled back into her van to drive to work. She turned a corner on two wheels, nearly flipping us over, but managed to keep us from tipping. The street was narrow and crowded and I said, "Liz, slow down...people are walking their kids to the school." The school was right beside the street and children with and without parents were dashing across the street directly in front of the van. Liz was so concerned that we'd be late for work that she seemed to be driving faster than necessary, so I offered to direct her around the children in the way by sitting up and peering over the dashboard. That's how I saw the body half-covered in the decorative gravel by the sidewalk. Several children trying to dodge our van and get to school stepped nearly on it but did not see it as they ran into the building. It was a young boy, wrapped in a red jacket. I wondered how anyone could miss seeing that red against the grey gravel.
"Liz, Liz, there's a dead body in front of the school! We have to call the police!" I shrieked. She handed me her cell phone and I couldn't remember the phone number for the Seattle police. Since the person was dead, I didn't think it was enough of an emergency to call 911 until I got frustrated by not remembering the direct number for the police station. Liz had gotten us turned around and we headed back toward the school, but as that was a one way street, we took the next street over. We pulled over beside the school where there was a sort of terrace of parks leading back to the lower street where I had seen the body. As I spoke to the operator, I noticed that others had seen the body and were moving it from the street onto one of the terraces.
"Oh, his eyes are moving. Maybe he's not dead. He's opening his eyes," I said to the operator. People continued to walk or run past him, but he didn't seem to be in any danger. Liz and I decided to get to work by walking the rest of the way as she was too shaken up to drive. We were in Seattle near Third and Olive and I could see our office building from where we stood, which relieved Liz. When I tried to point it out to her, though, suddenly there was a large hotel in the blocks between us, ornately decorated with terra cotta cornices. Many more buildings appeared with fanciful decorations, but finally we stopped at a corner where I could point toward our rather plain building and Liz was relieved again to be within sight of it.
Weird dream... woke me up early and uncomfortable.
After brief chit-chat, Liz and I piled back into her van to drive to work. She turned a corner on two wheels, nearly flipping us over, but managed to keep us from tipping. The street was narrow and crowded and I said, "Liz, slow down...people are walking their kids to the school." The school was right beside the street and children with and without parents were dashing across the street directly in front of the van. Liz was so concerned that we'd be late for work that she seemed to be driving faster than necessary, so I offered to direct her around the children in the way by sitting up and peering over the dashboard. That's how I saw the body half-covered in the decorative gravel by the sidewalk. Several children trying to dodge our van and get to school stepped nearly on it but did not see it as they ran into the building. It was a young boy, wrapped in a red jacket. I wondered how anyone could miss seeing that red against the grey gravel.
"Liz, Liz, there's a dead body in front of the school! We have to call the police!" I shrieked. She handed me her cell phone and I couldn't remember the phone number for the Seattle police. Since the person was dead, I didn't think it was enough of an emergency to call 911 until I got frustrated by not remembering the direct number for the police station. Liz had gotten us turned around and we headed back toward the school, but as that was a one way street, we took the next street over. We pulled over beside the school where there was a sort of terrace of parks leading back to the lower street where I had seen the body. As I spoke to the operator, I noticed that others had seen the body and were moving it from the street onto one of the terraces.
"Oh, his eyes are moving. Maybe he's not dead. He's opening his eyes," I said to the operator. People continued to walk or run past him, but he didn't seem to be in any danger. Liz and I decided to get to work by walking the rest of the way as she was too shaken up to drive. We were in Seattle near Third and Olive and I could see our office building from where we stood, which relieved Liz. When I tried to point it out to her, though, suddenly there was a large hotel in the blocks between us, ornately decorated with terra cotta cornices. Many more buildings appeared with fanciful decorations, but finally we stopped at a corner where I could point toward our rather plain building and Liz was relieved again to be within sight of it.
Weird dream... woke me up early and uncomfortable.
posted by Owl Chick at 7/25/2002 10:58:00 AM
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