I'm Still Here
Wow, I had a few weird dreams last night.
You know how it is as you wake, images flash through your mind, one after another, not one of them seems to be connected. I always try and make some sense of it in the context of what I did the night before.
I spent time at the wedding yesterday, seeing old friends that I used to party with. The shoe was literally on the other foot as we were the parents in the room filled with young people.
"You want to get a coffee?" my buddy Al asked after dinner.
I thought he was making fun of the fact that I had sipped water through the meal, but when I turned the corner he was sipping from a coffee cup.
In my dream everyone I'd ever known was gathered in a rest room. High school friends were at the urinal. An old woman who I'd rented a house to was sitting on the crapper. She shouted out my name as I entered. I gave her a most uncomfortable wave. She asked me to sign a copy of a blog that I'd written years ago. I signed it as she made small talk from her spot on the toilet seat. (Make sense of that!).
At the wedding there was a photo of my buddy's brother, Jan. I missed Jan at the wedding. He should have been there. He died way too soon. I stood with Jeff's brother Jim and we took in the photo.
"It's almost a year," Jim said.
"You'll never feel better about it," I answered.
In my dream the room outside of the rest room was a casino floor. An accountant for a company I work with was winning a lot of money on a slot machine. My mother was sitting behind him, watching, sad...not really interested.
"Did you see who's here?" I asked Mom.
"Yeah, but it ain't the same," Mom said.
Behind her was my brother Jeff. He was wearing a shirt with black, block letters on it that read:
"I'm Still Here."
I tried to engage him in conversation but he didn't seem interested at all. He was hardly talking. He didn't care about the Yankees or cooking or my golf game.
"I'm still here," he said.
Of course, I woke up utterly confused. I did the old try-to-get-back-to-sleep-to-get-back-into-the-dream-deal but it didn't work.
I was awake. The rain was threatening. Golf was postponed.
WTF as the kids might say entered my mind.
"I'm still here."
Became the blog.
You know how it is as you wake, images flash through your mind, one after another, not one of them seems to be connected. I always try and make some sense of it in the context of what I did the night before.
I spent time at the wedding yesterday, seeing old friends that I used to party with. The shoe was literally on the other foot as we were the parents in the room filled with young people.
"You want to get a coffee?" my buddy Al asked after dinner.
I thought he was making fun of the fact that I had sipped water through the meal, but when I turned the corner he was sipping from a coffee cup.
In my dream everyone I'd ever known was gathered in a rest room. High school friends were at the urinal. An old woman who I'd rented a house to was sitting on the crapper. She shouted out my name as I entered. I gave her a most uncomfortable wave. She asked me to sign a copy of a blog that I'd written years ago. I signed it as she made small talk from her spot on the toilet seat. (Make sense of that!).
At the wedding there was a photo of my buddy's brother, Jan. I missed Jan at the wedding. He should have been there. He died way too soon. I stood with Jeff's brother Jim and we took in the photo.
"It's almost a year," Jim said.
"You'll never feel better about it," I answered.
In my dream the room outside of the rest room was a casino floor. An accountant for a company I work with was winning a lot of money on a slot machine. My mother was sitting behind him, watching, sad...not really interested.
"Did you see who's here?" I asked Mom.
"Yeah, but it ain't the same," Mom said.
Behind her was my brother Jeff. He was wearing a shirt with black, block letters on it that read:
"I'm Still Here."
I tried to engage him in conversation but he didn't seem interested at all. He was hardly talking. He didn't care about the Yankees or cooking or my golf game.
"I'm still here," he said.
Of course, I woke up utterly confused. I did the old try-to-get-back-to-sleep-to-get-back-into-the-dream-deal but it didn't work.
I was awake. The rain was threatening. Golf was postponed.
WTF as the kids might say entered my mind.
"I'm still here."
Became the blog.
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