Five Things About Me(me)
Sarah tagged me with a meme. I am helpless to resist.
I'm supposed to relate 5 'things' about myself. But how do I know the real me(me)? I've heard that dreams can reveal much about a person. So I will share 5 dreams that, taken independently, make no sense, and say nothing at all about me, but taken as a whole say even less (but fulfill the terms of the agreement). My meme is my bond.
5. In this first one, Alex's father has entered my body. He died in 1998 of alcohol induced pancreatic cancer. Alex lately has been convinced that his presence is in our house, rearranging the chair that sits next to our bed and pinching her on the ankle while she’s sleeping.
I keep repeating a line, “I don’t know who I was holding last night, ‘cause I know it wasn’t you.” But it’s not me saying it. I angrily realize that her father has worked his way into my body, and I’m trying now desperately to force him out. I stumble off the bed, my legs like novocaine.
4. I dream of dying often, and always, miraculously, wake up alive.
I find myself in a bathroom stall. It seems like O’Hare, I think because of the automatic seat covers. I turn to leave and open the door. A man is standing there. He immediately stabs me in the chest with a knife, and walks away as I crumble to the ground, blacking out.
3. I don’t even know half of what’s going on in this one.
I’m walking through a crowd of people when I see a nun go into a seizure and fall to the ground. I crouch next to her and see that her eyes are open, but she’s not breathing. I blow of breath of air into her mouth, and she blows it back, forcefully filling my lungs, and I fall backwards. I run into a restroom to clean out my mouth, and as I’m leaving, I notice that the reflection in the mirror is a mannequin, dressed to look very similar to me. Outside the bathroom, a man approaches me and says, “I have some photos to show you.”
2. I almost never have flying dreams, which saddens me, because the feeling is so intense. Instead, I do this:
I take a step forward, and my foot slides as though on ice. I glide, a foot. I swing my left foot now forward, more forcefully, and glide, feet just above the earth, a yard. I skate on the surface through the entire hall, out of the school and into the great pasture that sits beyond, a steep rolling hill that comes to a point at two rivers, miles and miles away. I glide the entire distance, and it’s almost as good as flying, no fear of having to fall too terribly far.
1. In this last sequence, I am at a party at an old man’s house. I only realize at the very end who this man is.
I am handed a drink. Guests to my left and right smile, and I’ve never seen these people before. The man directly across from me lifts his glass in my direction.
“I want to make this toast to my son, who has always made me very proud.”
He looks at me and bursts into tears.
I finish my drink and walk out of the room.
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