PPC (continued) "DREAMORY"

 

DREAMORY

 

They asked us to write about dreams! Hmm....

 

How, I've been asleep for years?  I must be, right, you're still gone.

 

Do I even know how to dream? Or, do I just want, taking any action I think is necessary, while behaving in ways meant to assist me in attaining those wants?

 

Dreams are complicated! Now a memory, one so fragmented and elusive to recall, as lost time, that it feels like a dream, that, is easier!

 

Holding this memory, is like the T.V we had when I was young! Remember, the black and white one, about 13 inches, sat on the kitchen counter by the basement door, had rabbit ears, and a broken antenna with foil around it? We were continuously waving those arms like a flagger during rush hour traffic, in Seattle, practicing for a state cheer championship, with turrets. The best picture will always be a quarter screen, through shuffling static.

 

Waking, the flavorful-meaty aroma of bacon with a hint of freshly brewed coffee, rides warm air currents, teasing my senses, and coaxed my stomach awake. Lying there listening as you practice vocal arrangements with Kirk Franklin and the Nu Nation Crew; the rhythmic clanging of washing clay and metal accompany the tracks snares. I pull the blanket over my head enjoying the beds warmth, dreading, getting out of it.

 

But! Knowing if I do not you will be on your way soon.

 

Lazily, I roll-slide out of bed, shuffling to my door. I am met by my brothers as we make our way down the hall.

 

Reaching the threshold, we stop, taking in the scene. I cross first, stepping into an empty, dark, chilled kitchen.

 

When a memory is stripped by the skeletal hands of time warping and fading, does it mold into a nightmare? Is a fragmented memory enough to sustain the semblance of a euphoric dream state?

 

Or do I just count myself fortunate to have been able to hold the memory for however long? Then hope that when I wake, it resurfaces as a dream.

 

1NF@MOUS!

Written: February 21, 2025