behindtheax

dream

August and her wings
wasp with mustard polish
Bee and monarch, moth
Cornflowers with purple pouts
Sunflowers with solid stalks
Nights of low tolerance
a need to leave the house
the kitchen door the heat glued shut
gives with a grunt
the small garden a mirage
White lights shine down between
Green grape
night swims across
the textured glass of the patio table.
Fence of pine, raccoon eyes, just a flash
Heavy furry bodies lumbering off
And in this twilight a wish to be more
Lays its weight on every weed.

I had this dream where I kept going out every night to all these different bars and casinos. I was meeting up with friends and was very excited about it all. Many of the people I was meeting were childhood friends of my brother and of my sister Sandra and even a few characters from books and from Coronation Street. The bars/casinos were much shadier than the ones in Las Vegas and most of the time we ended up sitting around a round table playing poker in a corner. As it is with most dreams - somewhere you really want to be is never that easy to get to and I was having all kinds of trouble finding my keys, purse, shoes, etc every time I tried to leave the house to meet up with these people. When I finally did arrive the first thing someone would ask me, “Is your sister coming tonight?” And I would answer, “I don’t know?” Every night they would get a little angrier with me and I thought it was because I was always late until one of my sisters pulled me aside and said, “They really are expecting Sandy, not you. I don’t think they even know you that well.”
but I ended up yelling at her and went anyway and only realized after I was sitting holding my five cards that I was being completely ignored by everyone and Steve’s mom from Coronation Street (Liz I believe) was actually giving me these dirty looks and it dawned on me then that this had happened every night that I sat down with them but I hadn’t noticed before and I woke up actually embarrassed that I had tried to force friendship on these people until I realized it was a dream. Strange.

Today it feels cooler and I am plodding along doing a small job for Greg. Kids are bored out of their tree and the air outside is carrying voices easily about up and down the street. From my bedroom window I can hear the two landscapers near their truck, speaking in low tones just as clearly as I can hear the two moms down the street talking about their weekend. The air is less heavy, easier to carry voices perhaps?

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posted by mary j. @ 10:04 AM