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I'm back at OSU campus for the beginning of school. I'm there with Dan and Judy. Maybe we drove down a freeway to get there. We go to some kind of orientation or something in a dorm. I don't know exactly what's going on. I'm wearing a helmet and glasses, now I may have ridden my bike there. My mom is there and says she is going to go see Jean who is apparently living in this dorm. So many people are there though, and the elevators are full with nearly every trip. But I manage to eventually get on an elevator just as the doors are about to close; though the place is nearly empty now. I don't know what floor to go to as my mother already got on an elevator and did't tell me where to go; I am resentful of this. Though I guess the fourth floor because this is the floor on which my sister lived the previous year. The dorms are starke. I see her and ask her why she chose to live in the expensive dorms, and she said an offer opened up. I think of the small church I lived in the previous year, it's rather dark.
Back downstairs I see my father again. I'm wearing the helmet and glasses again, it's kind of winter now, and the dorm is more of a small house on the outskirts of a small town. I am now wearing it to be weary of randomly falling asleep, so that my head is not damaged when it hits the ground. The wind is blowing all of my papers in the chair next to my father around, so I arrange them such that they are held in place.
I'm back at the house and it's summer again. Catalina, the Ecuadorian girl from my business class walks out. I resent her because of how she ignored me, but it seems almost like we had a close relationship at one point. Apparently I talked to her on someone elses Facebook at some point. At some point, I am driving or cycling through a beautiful green countryside, with farms and things somewhat like the drive I take from Columbus to Newark on Morse road. There are many stars in the night sky.
I seem to not randomly fall asleep anymore. Bob Saget walks out, and I ask "Bob Saget, what are you doing here?" He says he had a show at OSU. I tell him I watched it on TV. My dad talks about cat litter or something, and I ask about the reprinting of textbooks so often creating such a huge surplus of books. I ask him what he as a comedian would do about these to problems. He comes up with some reply that I don't remember, but says now he is hungry and rubs his stomach. He says he wants to go to lunch, and I ask where. It's some OSU dining hall, I don't remember the name. I tell him I think it's northwest, not northwest of our current location, but on northwest campus. We're currently on Southeast Campus; now that I think about it I should have said northeast campus. But a friend comes out, college age to take him to the dining hall. As he walks away, or perhaps as we walked away, he picks up a book on a shelf above the chairs with my papers, and where my father was sitting and opens it up. He makes a joke about the book, being The Hardy Boys. Apparently it's volume 20 or so of the hardy boys, and is written in second person. He makes fun of it, regarding a line about a dog being happy to see the reader. The small house is now more of a dorm again.
My father gets up and we go to leave (at this point it's a house again). He's very old now, and when he gets up he pees his pants. I am very surprised at first. As we're walking by the dorm, which is now a house again, I say "perhaps I should grab some of these." And grab trash bags from a ledge on the porch of the white house. We get to a parking lot, much like the one at the shopping center on Westerville road with Platos closet. A black man drives a white car through the parking lot and my dad waves, the man keeps a serious face though. I don't know who he is. We walk by a white van with an open front passenger door at the same time, I look in but the man seems to think I shouldn't have done that. When we get to my dad's Volvo, I put the two trashbags around the seat. I know that at this point he is very old and his time is short. I think of the times when I was young, and would go to his house every other weekend. Always we would get pizza at night and have it with orange juice, and watch a movie. I think that before he goes I want to hearken back to those days, and watch the Star Wars trilogy with him one last time, maybe in the hospital. I think of my gradnfather who lived in Arizona and has already passed on. I think of a beautiful land with hills, red mountains like the Red Rocks in his Sedona home, and beautiful wildflowers of all colors.
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My sister didn't live in dorms ever, and though my dad is 68, he's pretty healthy. He goes on long bike rides all the time, and I rode 30 miles (~50k) with him a couple of weeks ago.
The dream is interesting to me because I joyously recollect the times with my father though he is not long for the world, and with my grandfather though he is gone. I take comfort in knowing that their passing is just the beginning, as evident by all the beauty that appears to me. Though I still dearly remember and miss the times when I was a child.
Interesting to note, that although it's about death and beyond, when I think of the church I lived in on campus and may well live in again this year, there were many shadows and it wasn't too bright.
