{"id":804,"date":"2013-11-24T15:47:53","date_gmt":"2013-11-24T20:47:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.tmcamp.com\/yesod\/?p=804"},"modified":"2013-11-24T15:47:53","modified_gmt":"2013-11-24T20:47:53","slug":"kitchen-door","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.tmcamp.com\/yesod\/kitchen-door\/","title":{"rendered":"kitchen door"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>For some reason, I am holding a bottle of olive oil in my hand while my daughter and I take a walk around the&nbsp;block.&nbsp;<\/em><\/p>\n<p>(We are not at home, this is not the neighborhood where we live in the waking world. This is someplace else. I do not recognize it from either my dreams or the waking world.)<\/p>\n<p>Midway through the walk, she becomes scared and tries to hide between two hedges. Losing sight of her fills me with panic and I cast about, calling her name. Her whimpering draws me to her and I  coax her out: \u201cLet\u2019s go home. We don\u2019t need to finish this.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>On the way back I notice that the olive oil is  bubbling, almost boiling. The cap on the bottle is venting, spitting like a soda bottle that\u2019s been shaken up.<\/p>\n<p>The house is dark inside, cheap paneling and shag carpet. The furnishings are mismatched and poorly constructed. My daughter runs through a low doorway looking for her mother. She is still terrified and I am starting to feel the same. There is an oppressive presence in the&nbsp;house.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I feel it everywhere. For some reason my daughter hides under a low curved desk \u2014 a terribly tacky paneled affair with a curved return to one side. I try to climb below it to get her out but it is  a maze of panels and pressboard beneath. I discover an electrical outlet bristling with jerry-rigged extension cords.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The door to the kitchen opens before my hand can reach the knob. I attempt to pull it closed and I can feel the strength of an unseen hand pulling back against me.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>It is far stronger than&nbsp;I.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>For some reason, I am holding a bottle of olive oil in my hand while my daughter and I take a walk around the&nbsp;block.&nbsp; (We are not at home, this is not the neighborhood where we live in the waking world. This is someplace else. I do not recognize it from either my dreams or&nbsp;[\u2026]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"wp_typography_post_enhancements_disabled":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[688,154,679,687,682,685,681,684,686,680,683],"class_list":["post-804","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-dreams","tag-bottle","tag-daughter","tag-desks","tag-fizzing","tag-ghost","tag-hiding","tag-house","tag-kitchen-door","tag-olive-oil","tag-paneling","tag-shag-carpet"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.tmcamp.com\/yesod\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/804","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.tmcamp.com\/yesod\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.tmcamp.com\/yesod\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.tmcamp.com\/yesod\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.tmcamp.com\/yesod\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=804"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.tmcamp.com\/yesod\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/804\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":805,"href":"https:\/\/www.tmcamp.com\/yesod\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/804\/revisions\/805"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.tmcamp.com\/yesod\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=804"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.tmcamp.com\/yesod\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=804"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.tmcamp.com\/yesod\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=804"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}