The Guardian Dog and the Watch without Time

At first, I remember a dream - no less important. I remember the strong presence of a relatively young German shepherd. That dog is there only for me and nothing else.

To give him the worth he deserves, I relate him to my Doberman, but this is a mistake. [pet name redacted] has a competitive spirit that this dog transcends.

This dog protects me, although I don’t know exactly what from. I start a journey without knowing where I am going except that I am with the dog. I forget everything and feel a sense of relief as if I have gotten a weight off me.

I find myself lying on a bed in a house, resting with sleeping glasses on, one on top of the other. I take off one, then two, three, four, five… an infinite series of glasses!

I appear in my father’s house. It looks clearly different. The light is dimmed. I move diligently as if I knew the way perfectly. It is a unique situation, because both my mother and grandmother are there. Having my mother and father together is never easy, but for now there is no problem.

My visit is shorter than usual, and I must take advantage of the time I have. Oddly, I am supposed to take my mother and grandmother out to a restaurant. My grandmother died a couple of years ago, so I doubt I will do it. At least not now, or today, but even so, somehow, I must take water to my mill.

I would say that the architecture of the house is based on a corridor that connects several rooms. When I arrive, I am going to look for my father, who I think is with his wife, [person A]. As usual, she insists on managing our time, which is, naturally, awkward.

I see the backside of a dog in front of

her; it seems to be a black mastiff. It has a large body and short legs, similar to a hippopotamus. The symbolic significance of the dog in my dream puts me on alert. I don’t show any emotion or expression. I just go by.

[person A] wants to shepherd us and administer our time while she is busy taking out her clothing. To show off, she proposes taking us all to see our dead [person B]. What she proposes is sinister, but she does it to call attention to herself, because she doesn’t have enough power. She only has that dog, whose name, for the record, is [pet name redacted], and her performance fades away.

I look for my father, who is also dead. I want to know what his plans are. My temporal trance is strange. I need to know the time on the clock, but my father cannot tell me that. My father doesn’t communicate orally, but telepathically.

I anxiously try to see the time on my watch, but the battery ran out. I have the charger, but everything looks dark. So, I

ask someone who has died what day of the week it is, but that person cannot answer either.

When I ask what plans he has, I try to guide us within what is real. This time, my visit is shorter than usual, as I only have the weekend. My father responds with his mouth to say, –“The good thing is that you are not married and do not have children.” It is cold.

I feel another wave of confusion wedge itself between us; I am not always available it is a misunderstanding. I judge it to be a product of selfishness, but perhaps he is right.

I notice that there is a mark on my father’s leg that resembles the mark that the electrodes leave on my face when I take them off every morning. I approach him with extreme caring and ask what’s wrong, –“Do you have a virus?” He doesn’t answer and pays no attention.

I recognize his stoic disposition. Later, he confesses that he had an accident in

the bathroom. It is a cryptic place of a house, I think. When he says that he fell on the floor, I react alarmed and ask him, –“How did you fall? –Why didn’t you tell me?”

Now, my disposition has changed; I am worried about him. My father’s personality rejects any display of emotion. He thinks the fall is of no importance. He didn’t tell anyone anything about it.

What is of note is not the fall but the fact that he was peeing when he fell. I jokingly say in French “— en gros, tu as pisser sur le toît!”

The image lends itself to interpretation and marks his territory within the large dome. It seems natural to spend time together, even though he is dead and now he is into everything.

Night 097