Dream Diary 1 – Alfred The 3 Toed Lawyer (part one)

Alright, so I told myself I’d start this dream diary thing whenever I could and technically speaking- I lied. I could have started it sooner but 1.) some of my more recent dreams and nightmares have been on the thankfully vague side and 2. sometimes I don’t have time to post before I go to work and when I get home I’m not ‘in the moment’ anymore.

Speaking of in the moment, I should write this before my attention span depletes or I forget some of the details. My mind has affectionately named this dream ‘Alfred the 3 Toed Lawyer.’ Keep in mind this is one of the stories I tell/write so it’s not supposed to make sense and it’s going to be far from grammatical, alright?

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My dream was about this man who looked an awful lot like Johnny Depp when he played in the movie ‘Dead Man’- look it up if you’re clueless, it’s an older one. He was dressed in a way I imagine lawyers of the old cowboy days to be dressed. Or at least like a banker y the demeanor makes me think or of a lawyer for some reason and since that’s what my subconscious labeled him it’s staying. He wore one of those old bowler hats, a black vest and slacks with a white undershirt. Oh, and he also had thick glasses on.

His name was Alfred and he seems like a bit of an odd ball. He lived in a very normal, very modern day town where everyone was more like extended family than neighbors. Alfred liked to do things for people just for the sake of helping out but even he liked to be appreciated from time to time and so when everyone in the town started taking him for granted (wanting him to do this and do that without ever spending time with him in return) he left.

He walked until he came to this other town- it was like an old cowboy town. Hot, dusty, the buildings all made of wood. People riding horses, spitting in spittoons, everything you can imagine from that time period in the west. In this town everyone seemed to stare at him, not only because his was a ‘city slicker’ and well spoken but he walked around bare foot and on each of said feet he had only three toes.

For some reason he decided to stick around in this town and every day he worked hard to gain their acceptance. They didn’t push him away but they didn’t really let him participate in being in their town either. One of the things he did was rig up this old fashioned cash register so the people of this era could participate in the electronic voting of today’s era or ‘just like they have in big time cities’ as Alfred put it because for some reason the people wanted to participate in elections but it always took too long for their mostly illiterate votes to get to Washington.

He did a lot of other things too but I don’t quite remember what they were, the one thing though that really got him accepted was when he went and saved this woman and her child from a fire.

One day, some months after he’d been accepted in the town, there was this town social where everyone gathered at a local farm for a picnic. Alfred sat on an old wooden fence, not too far from the people but he wasn’t sitting amongst them either and he was still bare foot. He also had a mustache now.

At the town social everyone was required to share a story and so everyone did. Many people shared stories about how Alfred had helped them but some shared stories like how their cow had given birth or how they once found a six legged cat and such. Just little thing that either caught interest or town legends.

The story sharing started from one side of the gathering and worked it’s way over to the other and when it got to the end there was this small group people at the edge of the crowed sitting on a blanket. They were newcomers from the city- each sharing a story from the past about this one person, their family/town member. Each of their stories ended with them mentioning how the person, ‘a scrawny fella,’ who ran away from home.

The entire time they spoke Alfred stayed ducked down, acting like he wasn’t listening. Then this one little boy stood up and told a different flavored story about how they all ignored him and took him for granted- treated him not as a person but instead what he was worth by what he could do for them.

That’s when Alfred stood up.

Looking back I think this is the first time he spoke throughout my entire dream. He didn’t want to leave the quiet peaceful town where he was accepted. He worked hard for said acceptance and when he’d done all he could to earn it he’d received it. Hell, he said, he’d even taken an axe to his three toes- turning them into five, because this was his new family and he would do anything to stay a part of them.

My dream ended there. Weird, huh?

Anyways, the next section of this is going to be password protected. I want to write about why I think I dreamed all this and what I think it means but I don’t necessarily want it to be public. If you’re interested in reading it just drop me a comment saying so and I’ll send you the password for it.

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