The fact that the title for this post is a good summary of a dream I had, is quite a worry, and a testament to the abilities of the unconcious mind to imagine.
Yesterday afternoon I had a nap, and during this nap I had a rather disturbing dream, which I have described below.
It was the early evening and I was in the lounge room sitting down having a cup of coffee, as was mum. Dad and Nattie were not in this dream, it is quite possible that they had gone for a walk. Anyway, the phone rang and I walked over to it and answered it, I said “Hello” and a man on the other end of the phone started asking me if I wanted to buy chairs and tables for $10. Suddenly it became very clear to me in my head that this person was a dangerous criminal telemarketer as the news had been filled with stories about him, so I yelled down the phone for him to “go away and don’t ring again”.
I was just about to ring the police when a group of men appeared at the front gate waving chairs and tables and yelling in a moaning type of voice about them being for sale for $10. They opened the gate and started to walk towards the front door. It is worthwhile pointing out that these men had slightly disfigured heads which looked like a mildy exagerrated version of your stereotypical vilain in a “western” movie, they were also wearing suits and chequered flannelette shirts, and some were wearing worn out hats.
I rushed to the front door (wooden door open, wire door closed, as per usual during the day) to ask them to leave, mum followed me to the front door, and I realised that the wire door was unlocked, I reached for it to lock it, but before I could lock it, the leader of the group started to open the door, mum and I grabbed the door handle and tried to pull the door closed, but the group of men started to pull it open and slowly succeeded.
There was a lot of yelling and screaming going on as the men started to try and pull mum and I out the front door. As I was trying to get out of the grip of one of the men who was trying to pull me out of the house, the next door neighbour, George, stepped out of his house to see what all the commotion was about, I spotted him and called out “Call the police George”. George went back inside and the struggle continued, suddenly two police cars appeared and the police dragged the group away. One policeman stayed with mum and I while the men were being dragged away and made a comment about it being good that they had finally caught the dangerous men, and I made a comment about the lock on the wire door.
It is interesting to note that I have been receiving an unusually high number of calls from people who can barely speak english trying to get me to attend a seminar about blinds, awnings and shutters. The first time I spent a few minutes on the phone trying to work out what they were talking about, told them that I wan’t interested and eventually hung up when they just kept trying to persuade me to find out more about blinds, awnings and shutters. The second time I told them I wasn’t interested and not to call again and hung up, and the last two times I have yelled at them that I told them not to call again and hung up.
It is also interesting to note that when I finished my nap this afternoon and went to take Nattie for a walk, the front wire door was unlocked, with people of the household sitting near it.
So far there is no sign of real life telemarketing, house visiting, cheap furtniture con artists, and I think I’ll keep it that way.