Dream Truth 4 I dreamt of the junk store again the one that my dreams insist lies at the foot of Merriman's creek where traffic pulls in from the South Gippsland Highway at a concrete barbeque for a rest from travel. The junk shop is enormous tin roofed low it spreads itself down the slope and out into infinity where the creek should be but isn't. Instead there's heap upon heap of trash worthless rubbish dusty rusted God knows you'd be hard put to find a use for some of that shit. But there it is in any case and in there I went in any case with mother and father to search through the piles of refuse 'too good to throw away'. How they scouted how they hunted which is strange because in real life both my parents would lapse into a catatonic state rather than fossick through filthy second hand wares things that others have discarded and usually it is I who am enthusiastic about ressurecting purpose from some forgotten relic. But not this day not this dream I hated being subjected to their endless scrummaging. Finally what did they have to show for their tight lipped searching nothing but a pink marble base with artificial flowers wired into place though at first I thought they'd found a statue of the Madonna. Which would have been worse I wonder? These funereal flowers or a staring eyed, accusing virgin?Joy Reid |