Monday, March 14, 2011

What do you make of this?

Last night I dreamed I was visiting the cemetery with my maternal grandfather.

He is dead. And he was dead in the dream, but he was very corporeal.

We split up for a moment and I found myself walking toward the middle of the cemetery holding a yellow Wiffle ball bat in one hand and something white in the other.

One of the top editors at the paper was there, only he was now a priest. I greeted him and he asked why I had the goofy yellow bat. I told him I needed it to see my brother's grave and motioned to where my infant brother's grave is. That made sense to him.

I kept looking for Granddaddy because I was ready to go, but he was cleaning the grounds and moving rocks off the graves.

I wandered over to his grave and that of his wife, and there were these loudmouths there. They said they really loved Gram, but they had parked their big boat of a sedan almost on top of her grave.

That is all I remember.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

wow, matt
mtc

Anonymous said...

Very interesting dream, brother.

BT

Anonymous said...

dude, what do you use to brush your teeth? your dreams are bizarre.
sdt

Matt Trott said...

Ha!

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