Since I was a teenager I've had a reoccurring dream in my grandmother's kitchen. Which is now my kitchen. I guess it's the Backdoor Dream. There always seems to be something waiting to come in.
The first time I had this dream. It was the neighbor boy. He was definitely not the shy guy I was used too. But like a thief, a monster showing his teeth, struggling to get in. Me... struggling to keep him out because there was no lock on the backdoor (or in the dream). Finally he gets in. He chases me through the house with a knife. I run, gasping for air. He's right behind me tearing the place to shreds. Our final scene, there on my bed, spread out pink ruffled bedspread, and just before he can stab me..maybe the heart, maybe the eye. I wake up.
Ocassionally, other things have been behind that door trying to get in ...in my dreams.
Most recently, a big black dog. Huge. Maybe a lab. Maybe a police dog. And just when I think I can keep him out he edges himself in. Snarling. Thirsty. Hungry...for me.
I was fighting in my sleep and Jay woke me up before the dream ended. Luckily, this dream never ends it just keeps coming back. Changing ever so often. Sometimes a few times a year, or once a year.
