Date: 13-01-2023
Last night I dreamt I was an orphaned boy. I only just arrived at the orphanage where I was staying. The family that took these orphans in was a gipsy family; mother, father, bunch of kids, and also a grandfather. The grandfather had a superpower. He was invisible. We knew he was there because he talked and joked a lot, and also seemed to order the other family members around.
I was there with other orphans, and they had mixed feelings about these caretakers. Some found them fine in light of being under the care of very abusive caretakers prior, and some found them to be abusive. We fantasised about starting our own orphanage when we were older, and how we would do that, what kinds of rules we’d have, and how we would aim to make all orphans feel welcomed.
We played around a bit. There weren’t many toys. I found a pump sprinkler to water plants, a big one with the sprinkler on a stick attached to a hose. At some point we were ordered to come into the kitchen. The kitchen was just as dimly lit as the rest of the house. It was dusty too. A big square kitchen table stood in the middle, and on the chairs around it sat the prime family members, including invisible grandpa.
I don’t know exactly what happened, but there were some words between the caretakers and some of the children. I wasn’t deemed guilty or something because what it was about happened before my arrival there. While this was going on I was reading a comic book and went inside that comic book story. It was cartoonishly about a sea creature that tried to end its life by jumping off a cliff into the ocean.
I came back out of the cartoon and the fight was still going. I wanted to leave. All this fighting reminded me of episodes from my own (real) upbringing. I suddenly realised I could become invisible too, but it required me to be butt naked; only my body could become invisible, not my clothes. I was going to have to undress. Which I did. But that caught the attention of the mother and she didn’t want me to go commando, and she tried to stop me.
The strangest thing was that I watched this from third person and the “I” I was watching was Frodo from the Lord of the Rings films. I was Frodo! He (or rather I) struggled with the mother, removing ever more clothes from myself, and eventually turning invisible prematurely, which startled the mother for a few seconds which allowed ‘Frodo me’ to undress completely and move out of there.
I was now in my own body again, could see myself, naked. But I discovered that when you were invisible you could see other invisible people too, and they could see you still also. I saw the grandfather now; a wrinkled old man, smoking a cigar, who stared at me with a foul look. I also discovered there were two other invisible kids. A toddler and a kid slightly older (and bigger) than me.
The older kid was ordered by the grandfather to “catch” me. But I felt very self-conscious about being naked in front of all these other invisible people. I had thought being invisible made me invisible to all. I grabbed the “invisible” toddler and held it in front of me as to cover myself, but the others thought I was taking it hostage. They backed off, and I saw an opportunity to escape, which I successfully took.
Outside I found my sprinkler again and took it with me. I started walking into the night and eventually wondered into a small square where there was an iron statue of an old man with a hat. He looked a bit like a cowboy. There was a name tag on the pedestal of the statue. I am not certain of the name but the name could’ve been Alexander or Franklin. But I am not sure of it.
I recognised the statue from the comic book. Apparently I had seen a statue of this figure in it, but it was slightly different in a few ways. I felt alone and I started talking to the statue, said I had seen it in a comic, and how strange it was to run into it in real life. The statue started talking back to me, and explained to me it wasn’t happy with the depiction. It was incorrect in many ways. We talked for a little while. It was a nice person, very calm and understanding. Though it could speak, I did not see anything move, not even its lips.
Then I noticed algae and moss growing on many places on the statue and I got the idea to clean them off with the sprinkler by setting the nozzle to a beam and firmly pumping it up. But I of course first offered to do this. The statue was much obliged. I started sprinkling its head and had adjusted the nozzle a bit for it to spray in a tighter beam, but I kept adjusting it because it wasn’t getting the job done. I wanted to find a balance between a hard beam but not too hard that it would discomfort or even insult the statue.
But then the statue became animated and while smiling ear to ear turned its head where I was aiming, and even helped with its fingers, scratching off the patches that held on to his surface. It was fun! I woke up soon after.
