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Dream Diary

Bruce Holland Rogers

1.  Licorice

I dreamed that my younger brother, the police lieutenant, was showing me how to safely handle the pistol when it went off and blew a hole in the garage door.  Our mother took the gun away from him but scolded me.  I woke up to a day dark with rain.  At the grocery, I bought the kind of licorice candies that were her favorite, even though I dislike them.

2.  Power Lines

We flew so low over Britain that my wife had to get out of the plane and hold down power lines so we could pass over them.  I worried that she wouldn't be able to return to the plane in time to land in Sweden.  In the morning, I brought her tea and the newspaper in bed.  She said, “What in the world did I do to deserve you?”

3.  Mirrors

My sister warned me that my father's driving was getting bad.  I rode beside him in his station wagon festooned with mirrors as we hurtled down the highway, eighty miles per hour in reverse.  Driving this way helped him stay in touch with mom, he said.  In the evening I called and asked him to tell me stories of his childhood, the war, and how he courted my mother.