What Dreams May Come (Aug 22, 2007)

Current mood:calm

I was in the living room of Jenny's house with Alan Shore and Jenny. We were looking for clues that the police had maybe missed because there had been a break in. I moved a big dresser that was sitting aginst one of the walls by a window, and found a tooth.... and then another one. And another. I was looking at them as i found them. Most had been knocked out. One was a partial cap, with the rest of the tooth broken off inside. Then i found a few more and what looked like a large canine from  a panther or another sort of very large cat.
There was a blue and white flower planter by the dresser and I scooted it out a but and found a small wooden whistle shaped like a bird. It looked very old and worn. Alan and Jenny were sitting in the 2 chairs in the room as I was toying with the whistle, trying to make sense of things. Alan was smoking a small cigar.
Out of curiousity, I blew the whistle, which gave off a very high-pitches noise. As soon as I did, the clock in the other room started making all kinds of weird noises, which neither of my colleagues seemed to notice, so I went in there to look. Time got all wonky and stopped, along with the clock.
I walked back into the living room, where Alan and Jenny were frozen. A thuggish looking black guy comes through the doorway carrying a  clothing box with holes in it, shaken, but obviously relieved. He was wearing a red jersey and ripped up jeans and had really short dreadlocks.  He told me he was sorry, but that he had to give me the box. He was having to hold the box pretty firmly, because whatever was in it was trying very hard to not be in there anymore. He said that it was my new duty to put this on and that it wouldn't hurt. He assured me of that. It wouldn't hurt. Not if I was fast about it.
The box contained a hooded tiger cloak, and while not being worn, was still very much a tiger. As soon as it was put on, it was just a cloak again, but I had to do it really really fast. He handed me the box and vanished. I snapped the lid open and the cloak bolted for it. I got it by the scruff and pulled it on.  The head became the hood, teeth and all. Minus one.
Time went back to normal. Alan and Jenny resumed their talk. They couldn't see the cloak, but I told them what happened. Alan, being who he is, blew the whistle. I explained everything to him but also told him that I'd blow the whistle again right afterwards so that he wouldn't have to be cursed, even though I wasn't really sure what all the curse entailed. So I did.

Then, out of nowhere, I was in the garage, playing with a group of Japanese kids. 2 sisters and a brother. Their mom is a good friend of mine. They are over for a visit with their Uncle, who I also know well, and its time for them to leave. The youngest, a boy, didn't want to leave, and neither did his sisters, so the boy hid and wouldn't come when called. We all covered for him  There was a big blue industrial truck of some sort in the garage and he had hidden in that. When the parents and uncle were done checking out one spot, we'd hurriedly move him to alother when the coast was clear.
Eventually, though, we gave him up. The mother was so happy that she gave me a dragon. It was a good casting, made of plaster, and unpainted. I was very happy. We sat around on the tan couch in the rec room taking for a bit longer then we all said our good byes and they went on thier way. I stood there for a few minutes, looking over the little dragon. It was a fat, smiling dragon. Very small wings. I decided that it was going to be painted a light shiny yellow color. Every scale was cast in there, too. It was nice.

Then I got a messege on Yahoo and it woke me up.