I’ve had four to five memorable dreams over the past year. Here are three of them.
Chapter One
In the first dream, I was back in a student house.
I had to pack up and be out by the next day.
Too tired to do anything that evening,
I went to bed in a sleeping bag
on a mattress on the floor.
A recent partner was spending the
night in the other room.
I had a large upturned couch
in the next room and spilled
jewellery and beads all over the carpet.
The next morning, he got up to leave.
Aren’t you going to help me? I asked.
No. I just needed a place to stay the night.
Oh. Disappointment.
Also thinking, how the hell
am I going to do this alone?
When are you going to get it?
I’m not here to help you.
He emphasizes
what should have been obvious.
Chapter Two
In the second dream, I was walking
down the street to my mom’s house.
He was walking back to a van
parked outside her house.
I was surprised.
Surely he would have told me he was in town.
Disappointment.
He gets in a tour/camper bus. He is with his ex,
some girls from work and school, and a new face.
Without restraint I put my hand on his crotch
and aggressively groped him while choking out
Nice to see you. Thanks for saying hi.
I exited, lacking any shred of dignity.
Chapter Three
In the third dream,
I was walking through mist.
He came out of nowhere.
Why didn’t you tell me you wanted to talk?
I tried. Do you want to now?
Why didn’t you tell me?
He faded back into the fog.
Predictable.
The Halfwit Writer 