lucyoncolorado

In which we cook a salamander...

My mom is cooking a three foot long, fat salamander on a flat iron skillet. It was supposed to have been double pithed before the frying began, but the salamander keeps twitching violently and trying to run off the hot surface. She grabs it by its tail, flips it over and starts cooking it on the other side. It struggles to get off the skillet and makes a horrible sound.

My uncle A and I are standing in the kitchen. "I don't think it's brain dead," I tell her.

"It's just reflexes. Like when you chop the head off a snake," she answers.

But we're not so sure. The thing looks like it is suffering terribly. I imagine being slowly fried on a skillet, first belly down then back down.

"We're all going to hell," I tell them.


In which I fall into a river...

My uncle A and I are walking along a roaring river through a national forest. I slip and fall into the water. For a while, I tumble over rocks and alternately submerge completely under the water then bob up again for air. The river bends, and it is shallow enough that I'm able to ride the current into a flat faced rock wall. I grab hold of a few protrusions and shout at a man on top for help. He pulls me up, and I feel incompetent that I wasn't able to scale the wall.

From the top, I look down again and see that my uncle A has also jumped into the river after me. The man who rescued me and I run along the bank until A manages to grab hold of a big boulder in another section of the river. We are able to reach him and pull him over some rocks back to land. But in the process, he pulls a muscle in his leg and can't walk easily.

We stumble back to the cabin, but I know that our vacation is now ruined.

In which I meet some friends and their dog...

There was a lot to do with dogs and an adventure, but all I remember is that at some point I was sitting in a hut on a trail when a family with a dog entered. There was a grandmother, a mother and a toddler with a pit bull. I heard the grandmother call the toddler "A--" and I realized that the little girl was the daughter of a friend of mine. I asked if the dog's name was "P---" and they said it was. Then I asked where the little girl's parents were. Turns out these people were her aunt and grandmother. It didn't make much sense to me because I'd met the girl's grandmother and this woman was not her, but people have complicated family networks so I let it go.

At some point, the girl's father (my friend EP) walked in with a couple of German shephers. I had Lucy with me, and we started talking about something important. The whole feeling was somber.

I had a lot of dreams last night that I can't remember.