Rainy Day Dream # 6 & 7

I'm in a concrete culvert filled with light blue jello and I'm drowning.  The jello looks pleasant enough, like tropical sea water.  I could touch the bottom as I'm almost tall enough but there are metal mechanical rats that keep trying to eat my feet.  So I keep struggling to find the edge of the pool but I keep sinking into the jello & snapping metal rats.  It's almost funny but every time I laugh I get a mouth full of jello at the same time but it has no taste.  All I can think is I probably have metal boots somewhere at home that would really help in this situation.  The truth is, I don't own any metal boots but I always wanted a suit of armor.  I wonder if chainmail would help in this situation?  I've seen it used effectively against sharks.  Still, I wonder why the blue jello has no flavor.

Now, I'm walking down the street and I see a house that used to sell honey and I'm a lil nervous because I know they have bees.  I'm allergic to bees.  If I get stung by one, I blow up like the Michelin man.  I can't imagine what a whole nest of them would do to me.  I'm nervous as I get closer, I see a Ford Econoline van like my father used to have and its backed up into the driveway the way he would when on a service call.

The back, bomb bay doors are swung open wide with a water main key propping up the one side from closing.  I get a lil closer and I see its a dark green van, not blue like his was, but there is his company logo.   The sign on a giant magnet, looks like a vaguely ethnic version of the fallout guy cartoon, running with a wrench in his hand.  Now, I have to go inside.  In highschool, I would always dread this situation.  He would put me to work with my catholic school uniform still on and tomorrow, I would not be able to find a clean outfit to wear.  Another detention in my future.

I quietly walk into the split level home and see my father sitting down, eating a meal that my mother and sister have prepared, in a brightly lit room.  The whole scene reminds me of the Presence album cover.  I hear my father say "Where's the moose?" My sister has bright red hair and its chopped short like Prince valiant.  This is the awkward syle she adopted in high school but she's older now.  They all smile at me.  Why are they so happy?  I don't remember family dinners being all that happy.  My father turns to me, he has dark brown hair like when I was in high school and says "There's the moose."  and then I woke up.