I was in the front year of our old house, that falling down farm in Danville.
The yard was tall grass, un-mowed and unkempt as it often was,while we lived there
without a proper mower, or the care to upkeep.
We were walking out the front door and into the yard. Maybe it was just me walking,
but I feel like someone was out just ahead of me to the left just a few yards away.
Was I going out to get the laundry off the line?
Some surely unimportant important task had me hurrying about in my old usual way.
Then, suddenly... there were ticks everywhere. They appeared in an instant.
Every single piece of grass had one or two climbing up it. I looked down in horror to realize
that they were already all over me as well, starting up my shoes and socks, my pant legs.
Soon I was as covered as the grass and the trees.
It was like a temporary plague, struck down on my dreaming self.
I had been asking for a dream with my animal totem in it after our recent work.
I had of course been reading and researching about all of the majestic and respectable ones,
the noble and noteworthy kind.
"Give me a tiger, a red-tailed hawk, a bear or an owl," I thought.
"Well... give me whatever my totem is! Just please make it one of these..."
Then, they came. The ticks. I got ticks!
The message was clear: Ticks. Ticks. Ticks.
There was not just one tick, as one could easily be brushed aside by my ego and conscious
mind as an anomaly, something that somehow snuck into my dreaming life.
No, this was blatant, unmistakable and too loud and blood-hungry a mass to ignore.
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