I had a nightmare last night, that as I see now was actually more like a dream. I barely ever remember generic words, or daily events but I do know about my dreams. I remember the intricate details always. And I don't know why.
In my dream last night I found myself walking aimlessly alone, stranded at night in an intimidating empty area that reminds me of the neighborhood in deep Bed-Stuy-near the JMZ train tracks of where I once lived. I was so lost and so tiny in my dream, walking in circles captured by the shadows of the brownstone apartments and seemed to be looking for something, someone.
You know when you're dreaming and feel yourself as an omniscient presence? Where you can see yourself - as if you were in third person but are so deep in your sleep so you cannot warn or talk to your 'actual dream self' to let them know what is going on and give them advice, as you do see the bigger picture. Yet, like any, well all really, third wheel person, you are invisible.
Well anyways, as I turn into the unknown alleys and cracks of this neighborhood inside my brain, one which I have never been to, a man comes running up behind me. I, as the third person, the one watching the whole episode cannot do anything but freeze my breath and try to wake myself. However as he grasps my face from behind, his hands are not what the third person expects. They are sweet, nostalgic. When I turn around to see his face, what a strange surprise. It is the first man I had ever fallen in love with, and the first man to break my heart. Why are we here? I don't remember the last time I had thought about him, I don't even know why I remember his hands now instead of ever learning how to get around Manhattan!
Regardless, he takes me to a party in a gallery. A party where only people from those high school days are there. But now they are grown and dressed up! And I am so excited, like everyone else. It seems like everyone is waiting for some very special guest to arrive, in the meantime we all greet and smile as we hold wine glasses and I remember the bright white flowers in the background. Melanie is here, Grant and James Ward and so is everyone else from DASH. But now the guest has arrived! And here he is, Seraphin Bernard make his entrance so slick, on a motorcycle.
In my dream last night I found myself walking aimlessly alone, stranded at night in an intimidating empty area that reminds me of the neighborhood in deep Bed-Stuy-near the JMZ train tracks of where I once lived. I was so lost and so tiny in my dream, walking in circles captured by the shadows of the brownstone apartments and seemed to be looking for something, someone.
You know when you're dreaming and feel yourself as an omniscient presence? Where you can see yourself - as if you were in third person but are so deep in your sleep so you cannot warn or talk to your 'actual dream self' to let them know what is going on and give them advice, as you do see the bigger picture. Yet, like any, well all really, third wheel person, you are invisible.
Well anyways, as I turn into the unknown alleys and cracks of this neighborhood inside my brain, one which I have never been to, a man comes running up behind me. I, as the third person, the one watching the whole episode cannot do anything but freeze my breath and try to wake myself. However as he grasps my face from behind, his hands are not what the third person expects. They are sweet, nostalgic. When I turn around to see his face, what a strange surprise. It is the first man I had ever fallen in love with, and the first man to break my heart. Why are we here? I don't remember the last time I had thought about him, I don't even know why I remember his hands now instead of ever learning how to get around Manhattan!
Regardless, he takes me to a party in a gallery. A party where only people from those high school days are there. But now they are grown and dressed up! And I am so excited, like everyone else. It seems like everyone is waiting for some very special guest to arrive, in the meantime we all greet and smile as we hold wine glasses and I remember the bright white flowers in the background. Melanie is here, Grant and James Ward and so is everyone else from DASH. But now the guest has arrived! And here he is, Seraphin Bernard make his entrance so slick, on a motorcycle.
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