Rio Serenidad’s Weblog

Light sleeping last night, so not a lot to write today.

*I’m watching a house from a distance… running surveillance.  I’m slouched down, peeking out a window through the blinds.  I’m eating potato chips.  I’m watching people come and go… the house is down a grassy hill from where I am, on a riverbank.  I’m thinking about weak points… thinking the chimney is a weak point (smoke from the chimney shows when they are home) and the fact that the people in the house need to trade.

*I’m cleaning out my car… I’m just home from a long road trip and there is a lot of stuff to pull out.  I’ve pulled into my mom’s side of her garage and I’m leaning across the front seat to pull stuff from the passenger side.  S is standing at the garage door talking, telling me about what I’ve missed while I was gone.  I wasn’t expecting him to be home… it’s nice to be able to hand him the laundry to take so I’m not hauling everything in myself.  I find my iPod on the floor of the car and put it in my pocket.  I sit in the front seat to reach some other items while he comes back to bring more in for me.  I walk in the house, feeling in my pocket that the iPod doesn’t seem right… it feels as though there is a bend… at an angle across where the screen is.  I pull it out of my pocket as I’m walking and I see there is a bit of a bend across the screen… looks like a small crease will be permanently etched if I can get it flat again.  I press on the bent part to try and straighten it out, but it breaks apart in my hand.  I walk back to where S is and show him… thinking about how much music I had loaded on the iPod and how long it will take me to reload a new one.
I walk down the hall of my parent’s house and see a large, brown rat in the bathroom.  It looks clean… like someone’s pet… but as I think about it I realize nobody in my mom’s house would be allowed to own a rat.  I close the bathroom door (which is glass paneled for some reason) to trap it in that room and yell that I’ve found a rat in the house.  I see the rat leap from the top of where the bath tub is (to the right of the door) across the door area and up to the corner of the ceiling (on the left of the door) and through a hole.  I’ve noticed what looked like a thin spot in the ceiling before, but as the rat scrambles through the hole, the edges crumble and break away… and I can see into the attic space.  I see a lot of movement.  It’s not just one rat, the house is infested.  I hear my dad running up the hall behind me and I show him, through the glass, how the attic is filled with rats.  I can see the mice running behind the walls… the walls have become so soft that they ripple as the mice run down the support beams on the inside of the walls.  There are streams of them running, I can hear them… there are birds nesting under the house and a couple of them fly out from a hole in the floorboards.