It comes in the morning, after I wake up for the first time. Visions of places I remember, people I knew, and small details that strike against the core of what I know--signage in front of a liquor store, an empty cigarette packs flattened against the curb, the uneven way her keys felt in my hand.
It was her new tattoo that I remembered when I woke up. Half completed, it was a line drawing on her left leg of something resembling two people. In my dream vision, it subtly changed so as not to alert a casual observer of its depths. I shouldn't have been casual, but I was.
The sky was how I had remembered it. Sunny with clouds--a constant theme here in the summer. Covered in shade, all of the bricks were a different color red.
In the dream, we communicated by tracing our words in the grime on all of the trucks and cars. One said, "To be whole again." Another said, "I wish I knew my only purpose." The words were all on different trucks so that people wouldn't know how we were communicating. In addition, we didn't want to know each other's subtexts--we would have easily mistook what the other one means.
The dream ended with her straightening her pants to cover the tattoo. I didn't recognize that her clothes belonged to her. They were white.
One last thing before this dream fades into the morning: I tucked her car keys in my pocket in hopes that I could carry them with me throughout the day.
It was her new tattoo that I remembered when I woke up. Half completed, it was a line drawing on her left leg of something resembling two people. In my dream vision, it subtly changed so as not to alert a casual observer of its depths. I shouldn't have been casual, but I was.
The sky was how I had remembered it. Sunny with clouds--a constant theme here in the summer. Covered in shade, all of the bricks were a different color red.
In the dream, we communicated by tracing our words in the grime on all of the trucks and cars. One said, "To be whole again." Another said, "I wish I knew my only purpose." The words were all on different trucks so that people wouldn't know how we were communicating. In addition, we didn't want to know each other's subtexts--we would have easily mistook what the other one means.
The dream ended with her straightening her pants to cover the tattoo. I didn't recognize that her clothes belonged to her. They were white.
One last thing before this dream fades into the morning: I tucked her car keys in my pocket in hopes that I could carry them with me throughout the day.
audra:
that dream struck a cord in me. is it about someone you know/knew? it was crazy. a very interesting dream, indeed. it provoked a strong sad emotionally response. is that how you felt? i'm curious how you feel about it.