It is raining and the house has many inlets to witness the downpour.
The porch with a large patch where potatoes (the reddish ones I bought at Shoprite) are grown, is fully exposed to the air. The front room has a large tree (trees inside my house) and water percolates through the edges. The sitting room has four large trees and through their trunks there is constant flow of rainwater, which then rushes out from the sides into underground storage (where a cousin died) at the back before the kitchen and storage room, next to which is a bedroom-cum-study room.
The father and son sit waiting for the end. Suddenly, the soil under the cultivation shakes and the head of hedgehog appears (animal head jutting out from aunt’s lawn). Seeing him struggle, the father pulls him out and takes him to the gardener to thoroughly cleanse him with the hose. The father has to shell-out extra money (recent tip at a Vietnamese restaurant) to the gardener for the extra work.
And then the detective comes. Slim, shoddily dressed, longhaired, long nosed and confident. He is anticipated by both; the father in despair and the son with resignation. He is received by Timothy, the caretaker who was once his lover (the pretty lesbian detective in a serial). They hug.
The detective shakes hands with the father, almost apologising for doing his duty. He understands the father’s pain of parting with the only son (father-son relationships I witnessed). And then suddenly, the detective makes up his mind. He goes to the guilty son, shakes hands with him and says, “You are free; it makes sense what you did.” (a scene from Les Miserables)
And the dream ends! The above “intact scenes” were copied from my inside mind. We all live in our mind world; some more than others. In hindsight, I see many “connections” in the awakened state. The inside mind can work only if it has some “source points” … some visible reference points!