Monday, November 23, 2009

I dreamed I was in my old High School, a wing of which was the hospital where I stayed when I was 17. I was explaining to DJ that I had seen Brian L. I had been hospitalized for my stomach and a female doctor had asked if pieces of parchment held my handwriting, some of it graphically sexual, but it wasn't mine - it was Brian's journal pages that he'd meant to give me but were taken from us for his treatment. I found him then and he moved to me, grasping my face in his hands saying "For I was sleep, but now I'm awake...For I was asleep but now I'm awake." It reminded me of Shakespeare...Were The World Mine ("Your Tongue, My Tongue, Were The World Mine"), we were separated as I was taken to surgery. When I woke I told anyone who'd listen that Brian was there. I got on the school bus, the driver of which drove her daughter home; they had a strange accent; I told the mother / driver that she sounded like Tori Amos. We picked up more kids from the school, including Box & T; box handed me Brian's papers, along with a piece of construction paper with an article about The Cure's Robert Smith attached. I read. There was also an ad that T showed me about someone who had died that I'd never heard of, and several movies that the actor had appeared in; I was surprised and embarrassed that I'd not seen any of the films. I kept waiting for Brian to get on the bus, but he never came and I knew I'd never see him again. As we pulled away from the building "Don't Stand So Close To Me" by the Police morphed into "Tea in the Sahara". I wept.

I awoke with my mouth dry, my throat hurting, hot and sweaty. I climbed from bed to write this before forgetfullness could steal it. NOw I must have water.

   posted by Bald Jason at 11:50 AM
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