a few years ago driving around at the plaza/wt
harris intersection, you told me you have dreams of me from time to time. you
were always forced to make a choice in your dream and you always ended up
leaving with me. idk if i’m remembering it correctly because it’s been so long,
but that’s what i thought of when i woke up. the dream was strange last night.
i spent time paddle boating about 10 miles off the shore in the ocean off the
coast of some african country. then after, i had a thought of sharks in the water.
i had to make it to gym class, but before then i went back to the shore. i jumped on poles made of salt to get to the
edge. when i got there, i snapped a photo. i was wearing mpls kobe i’s. then
after at gym class, there was an obstacle course set up. all of us were
confused so we stood in the middle of the gymnasium wondering what to do. i
talked to this white guy who i didn’t recognize, which is wierd because they
say you only see people in your dreams that you’ve seen in reality. regardless,
him and i made the decision to pull some bars from the side of the bleachers
and we all walked across the obstacle course and out the door. that’s when i
woke up. there was a part of my dream before paddle boating that i can’t quite
remember, but i remember you. i remember someone asking about you and i told
them you had a new man and that you were happy. then i remembered you. i can’t
remember much as i’m typing this, but i remember feeling something during my
dream. it wasn’t sadness, it wasn’t happiness, it was just a feeling i had
never felt before. i can’t articulate, but i can say it was peaceful. i wish i
could sit here and write about it until i can tell myself what i felt, but the
more time i take, the more i forget our memory.
and instead of it being a dream, it’s a closer parallels to what our reality looks like.
-ratha, 9:12am, 4.5.21