Dreams

So now the dreams start. Both Ducknik and Plot have been dreaming like crazy the last few nights. One dream after another, none of them bad ones, just lots of them. Last night Plotnik woke up and realized there are babies in these dreams, brand new little babies, and the dreams are all about 'home.'

For a few years now, Plot has had a recurring dream about going back to their old house on Avon St. in Stiletto City, the home where the Plots lived before moving north (and the last place the four all lived together, before P-Dunk and then B-Weez went off to college). In this dream, his whole family has walked back inside the old house, which has now been renovated into a kind of wonderful palace. All the others are having a wonderful time being there, but Plot always knows the people who really own the house are coming home soon and he has to get his family moving to get out of there before they are discovered. Sometimes in that dream he sees the new owner's car coming up the driveway. Hurry! We can't let them catch us! -- that is: we don't live here anymore, kids. Let's go.

But the other night Plot dreamed about the house again, only this time the four never got into the house. As they were walking up the stairs and as they were about to open the front door, Plotnik realized he had just repurchased the house, and it was theirs again. They were back in their old home, and everyone could be together again -- except nobody could open the door. Everyone stopped on the landing and stared at that door. Stared at that door. Stared at that door. Then, Plottie woke up.

Maybe it's the new baby. Maybe it's another birthday. Maybe it's all part of growing up. Maybe it's just a dream.