I’m slowly merging my dream journal into my blog. I get a lot of inspiration from my dreams, and I’m excited to share them with you. I hope they inspire you the way they have inspired me. Welcome to my Dreamverse!
May 13, 2011
My oldest son has to go to the pediatrician today, so I’m taking him in. Dr. Kent (as we’ll call him) runs his own practice, which just happens to also be a working fish store. As I pull my car up to the building, I try to work out whether I’m bringing my son here for the doctor or the fish.
Either way, we get out of the car and head for the door. A bunch of kids are playing in the large front yard, and my son eagerly runs to join them. As he crosses the grassy area, I notice a wasp flying nearby. Fearing for my son, I run over, grab him, and carry him to what seems like a much safer location by a sandbox.
Something nudges my back, and my fleeting sense of safety falls apart. I turn around and come face to face with my billy goat. I breathe a sigh of relief, but it catches in my throat and I struggle to draw a new breath when I realize my poor goat is dead. In fact, he’s a zombie goat. He takes a mouthful of my shirt between his teeth and tugs, chewing on the fabric.
I shoo him away and tell myself it’s about time to go inside. That’s partly true, but I mostly just want to get away from the strange wildlife out here. So I take my son by the hand, and we walk into the pediatric fish store.
Once inside, Dr. Kent greets us and tells us he’ll be with us momentarily. We turn to sit in the waiting room and notice a second waiting room attached to the first, connected by a short, wide hallway. We take our seats and I glance up at a suspended television, which reminds me: the series finale of Smallville is today! I don’t know what I was thinking, making an appointment for this time of the day when such an important episode is coming on! I steal a glance at my watch and see that I have ten minutes until the finale begins.
I hastily grab the remote from a small side table and flip through the channels on the television, but I soon realize that this particular TV set doesn’t receive the required channel.
I walk over to the next waiting room and flip through the channels on the second television, and after much searching finally find the right channel. Checking my watch again, I have five minutes to go. I’m going to make it. I won’t miss the episode!
At that moment, Dr. Kent walks up and begins talking to my son. I take the opportunity to run to my car and grab some snacks that I always carry in the diaper bag. I originally planned on buying Pizza Hut for dinner as a special meal with the finale episode, but with only five minutes till showtime, I just don’t have the time (although, ironically, I see that Pizza Hut is right next door).
Upon reentering the building and seeing that my son and the doctor are sitting in the waiting room chairs talking, and with just a few minutes left on the current show, I share some small talk with the nurses standing around the front desk. I decide it’s time to go sit and prepare for the start of the episode, and as I walk toward the couch I notice that Dr. Kent has fallen asleep. I try very carefully and quietly to sit on the end seat, but he wakes up anyway. I apologize for waking him, and he tells me it’s perfectly all right; he doesn’t want to miss Smallville, either. The show starts, and my son and I spend two full hours watching the finale with the doctor.
When the show is officially over (even the end credits), I wipe the tears from my eyes and stand up to stretch. It was an amazing and emotional episode; a fitting ending to a perfect show.
(Of course, because this was dream, I have no idea exactly what happened in that episode. This dream took place the night before the real finale actually did air.)
I walk around the room to continue stretching my legs and get some exercise. My son and I enjoy spending the next hour or so watching people buy fish. Eventually, though, it’s time to leave.
Something big seems to be happening outside of the store; I’m not sure what it is, but everyone heads for the doors at the same time—not rushing but calmly walking. Just as I’m about to walk out the door myself, I remember that I forgot something back inside, something important. Someone next to me picks up my son, nods to me, and carries him out the door (probably his doctor, though I can’t see his face) but I know he’s safe. I run back to the other side of the waiting room, grab whatever it was that I left behind, and head back toward the exit.
I finally walk out the door and over to my car, noticing along the way that whatever big thing was happening is already over. My son and his doctor stand waiting for me at the back of my car. Seeing them there, I start to laugh with the sudden realization that the doctor and Superman have something in common: they are both “Kent”!
My phone rings in my pocket, and I curb my laughter long enough to bring it to my ear. I say hello, and wake up.