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I am working at my computer in the back of the house. I hear noises; someone has come in. In the front of the house are two men and a woman, all a little younger than me. They are making themselves comfortable and getting ready to study. At first I consider just ignoring them. I could let them do their thing, and leave; they won't bother me if I leave them alone (like a hornet's nest). I have let them do this before, why bring up trouble now? But I decide otherwise. I am first overcome with rage. [The observing part of me realizes that I don't like being in rage because I don't like the transition from calm to rage. I don't like being inconsistent I guess. But once I'm there, in rage, it's ok to stay there.]I tell them that they have no right to be in my house. The leader of the three replies that he used to live here and still has the key from then. I repeat that he has no rights here now, to give me the key immediately and to leave. I tell him that the last time he was here, I had to clean up after him and throw away his wine bottles. I start screaming that "I'm sick of it; just sick of it" which reminds me (now and in the dream) of my mom saying those very words once. We argue for a while and not much later I simply tell him that I am calling the cops. I call 911 but they equivocate and won't give me the support I request. I decide that I will simply change the locks when they leave and so will never again have to deal with these people that sneak into my house. Somehow, the leader's father shows up in the front hall. He is tall. Ridiculously tall at about 8 1/2 feet. Standing three feet from him, I have to look straight up to see his face. I am not intimidated. It makes me laugh. They never left (in the dream) but when it was over, I felt satisfied that I was going to deal with these people effectively by changing the locks. |
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First written Sun, Mar 14, 1999 Last published Wed, Jun 2, 1999 |
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