A Fire, a Truck, and an Insect
Underneath a bridge an alarm clock was on fire and melting. I ran back to the barn I was living in to get something to put out the flames. I was so concerned about the alarm clock that I didn’t notice that the barn was on fire too. I only realized it when the couple who lived in the farmhouse told me. I was in the driveway, halfway back to the bridge at this point. I turned around to see, through the open barn doors, all my possessions in flames. None of the furniture or walls were on fire, just the things I cared about: photos, artwork, books, etc. The flames were put out somehow, but all of my things were gone. I stood there dumbfounded, realizing everything was gone. In addition to losing my job and all of my friends, now I didn’t have a home or any belongings. I was fine with it because this meant I had no attachments. I could go anywhere and do anything. All of the clutter was gone. I was a clean slate.
I was trying to sell the read and white pickup truck that Redneck Joe, a former coworker, gave me. I had been driving it for awhile without insurance or license plates.
A bunch of us were sitting in someone’s living room. A large creepy insect crawled out of the ceiling and down the wall. We all watched it. We had never seen anything like it. It jumped on me and crawled all over me. I woke up.