Dreams are thinks, too.
Nearly everyone in the world has had that dream where you're falling but you wake up just before you hit the ground. However, some people don't wake up before they hit asphalt. Take Alice Liddell, for example. Alice was a real little girl who once lived not too long ago in England. She had a dream she was falling down a rabbit's hole and never woke up once she landed.
If you don't wake up just before you hit the ground, you will get stuck in the dream. The dreaming may continue for just a few hours or even years. Sometimes people never wake up.
Alice dreamed for days, she couldn't be woken. If you want to know more about Alice and her excruciating ordeal, the whole encounter is further detailed in a book called Alice in Wonderland, by her friend Lewis Carroll.
Another little girl by the name of Dorothy had a very similar dream. Except she lived in Kansas and she dreamed it was a tornado that lifted her and her house up and she fell into a fantastical land. That incident is also recounted in a book called The Wonderful Wizard of Oz.
Our client today did not have a falling dream recently but daydreamed that she lived inside of Alice's world. A dream within a dream.
Maggie was sitting under a willow tree reading a tattered book, not knowing that a sticky orange peel was hanging from the corner of her mouth. She stopped reading and shoved her hand down a glass jar of orange marmalade, trying to scrap up enough for a mouthful. Her dandelion crown slipped down her forehead, she took it off and laid it neatly beside herself.
The Fixer found her and two other empty jars by her feet, “How do you do, Ms. Linden. I got a call about a hole in the ground that needs sealing.”
“Yeah, it's between those two bushes over there,” Maggie licks her fingers clean. “It's reallydeep.”
The Fixer gazed down the hole, “Looks like a rabbit burrow. A pretty sizable rabbit made that.”
He retrieved a flashlight from his toolbox and shined it down the burrow. Nothing but blackness. It was hard to tell whether the blackness meant that that was the end of the tunnel or if it just kept on going.
He spotted a wooden shelf jutting out of the dirt to the left side. The first shelf was empty but the lower shelf held a ceramic tea cup shaped as a cat. A little further down on the other, he spotted a wire bird cage, hanging off a tree root.
After sealing the hole, the Fixer tipped his hat to the girl still reading under the tree and walked back to his truck. He felt a slimy creature succumb to its death under his boot. He found a stick and scrapped off the three inch caterpillar from the sole.
Name: Maggie Linden
Location: Moorhead
Think: Alice in Wonderland.
Thing: Giant rabbit burrow in backyard.
Status: fixed pending as is
Comments: Hole is sealed and new grass has been planted. May have stepped on a smoking caterpillar.
The Fixer reclines his seat in his truck, surrounded by half a dozen newspapers. He scans the pages for any mention of a lion sighting. No mentions of disappearing kids, just kids who have fallen ill with a mysterious ailment, not able to leave their beds.
On the good side, perhaps some of these thinks have faded over time. One can't kill time but time can kill a lot of things.
On the bad side, perhaps these thinks are really good at hiding and scheming plans.
The Fixer turns the page of the paper and skims an article about a new controversial exhibit featuring the bodies of cadavers. Quotes from principals, parents, and religious leaders in the community all had something to say about whether school aged children should attend the exhibit or not.
The Fixer saw a black and white photo of an elementary teacher and students gazing up at a body on display. He recognized the witch right away and felt his heart race.
The Witch was a school teacher.