|Plymouth Reliant station wagon (Photo credit: dave_7)|
I am driving through an unfamiliar urban area -- a bad side of town that may be on the edge of the urban center. My silver 1960's or 70's looking station wagon breaks down at an area where there is an auto repair garage and some other businesses. I notice that I am in an area predominated by black people. I take my car to the garage to be repaired.
As I wait for my car to be repaired I am confronted by three black men who threaten me and want to rob me. I see that at least one has a pistol. I too have a pistol concealed in my clothes. I take it out and shoot the man with the gun and he appears to fall down dead. One man escapes, but the other, an older man about my age, is detained as I aim my gun at him and tell him to stop. I call 911 to tell them a man has been killed and I am holding another would-be robber at gunpoint.
The man and I are now on a desolate mountain highway at a place where a dirt road or trail seems to be going off into a higher elevation. I keep looking at the dead man to make sure that he really is dead. I call 911 again as it is taking a long time for them to respond.
As I wait for the police to arrive, I talk to the older man whom I am holding at gunpoint. We start getting along but I continue to hold my gun on him since I don't totally trust him. I begin to feel a sense of kinship with him.
Then we are in my house and I'm fixing us something to eat. We continue to talk and it seems like we are old friends. He tells me about a doughnut shop in the place where we had first encountered one another and for a moment I seem to be there looking at the delicious looking doughnuts.
Another black man comes in the living room. He seems to be some kind of stone worker breaking up beautifully colored stones to be used in my house for something. I call 911 again.
Suddenly I am in an old part of a city that seems to be in a decayed state. I go to a huge old theater building. Inside it is vast, empty, and dark. Some men are there. I see that they are emergency workers summoned by my 911 call. An ambulance pulls up to a back door of the theater and a strange looking casket that resembles a sarcophagus is delivered inside to where other caskets are. I know that the the man I killed is inside this casket. They open the casket in order for me to identify him. He doesn't look the same. He's more like a naked white man with a wooden brown look to his skin as though he's been wood stained. I see his abdomen moving as though he is breathing. I tell the EMTs what I am seeing. They say he's actually dead and this movement is a reflex action. The "dead' man starts to get up and looks at me with teeth bared. I'm scared. The emergency workers give him some kind of injection to try to kill him.
I leave. I find myself in my car with my father who is driving at first, then riding in the passenger side, and then he is gone. I am going somewhere, but it is not clear where I am going as I wake up.
What are the racial references about? What do the locations represent? Why does my father, who has been dead for over twenty years, appear briefly in the dream and then disappear?