a night of dreams… a string of vignettes:
I am arguing with a loved one… told how I was never liked and never cared for, and how she wished to never have anything to do with me again…
I am dragging large plans into an unfinished room; the room is small, its walls concrete and illuminated by a naked bulb. I placed the plans on the table as two colleagues continued their conversation, oblivious to me…
I am running through streets grainy and low in the early morning light. I held a friend tucked awkwardly to my chest; though his health had been improving these last few years, now he was ailing and soon to die. I keep running, my head disconnected from the arms and legs propelling me through intersections and turns leading to help, or maybe a cure I know is not there…
I am behind the wheel of a sporty black car as I maneuver through a concrete metropolis of ramps and narrow curves, and emerge to find myself on the top level of a parking structure the size of which I’ve never seen. I step out of the vehicle and stare at the city just beyond the edge of the structure — there are two colleagues (one from the concrete room) speaking quietly to one side but not to me; they are only people to be found. The sun breaks open onto a morning silent and pale…
I woke up from all of this, and understood.
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