dreamscapes

there's this feeling i can't really get over when it comes to dreams. it's the idea of never being able to escape from one location. i had a dream once where this scary appalachian family kidnapped me and made me tend to their homestead. i did chores for them around a burnt out house, ripped directly from another memory of mine. and i was the only person who could get close to this monstrous goat. its mouth took up its entire face - just rows and rows of teeth. i would feed it and milk it. and i knew better to complain, better than to speak most of the time. but i wanted to know what would happen to me when the goat was grown. there was never an answer. and then there was a fire. it came from the edge of the forest inward. they all got into their trucks and drove towards the source, and that's when i ran for it. i made it to the edge of the highway, where people were all standing around trying to coordinate some kind of evasive action. the flames were everywhere, the kind you see in california summers. in the chaos, i couldn't get the police to listen to me. it would be hard to make anyone understand even at the best of times. but they got me away from the fire and back to town. i don't remember what happened next - some bullshit. but as i felt myself begin to wake up, i had a vision of myself back in that burnt out shack. the pots and pans were all clashing and jankling. the chickens had come in from outside and were walking around. there was a light from above and i walked towards it, up onto the table, reaching out -

i woke up then. 

i've been thinking about this dream for a while. can you haunt a place while you're still alive? when you're hurt somewhere, do pieces of you break off and embed themselves within it? is a part of you always going to be stuck in the place you're most afraid of?

no disrespect to appalachians. i'm sure most of you don't kidnap young girls and turn them into terrorkeepers.