Sunday, February 17, 2008

the dream

began in a park. i can't remember which park it was, might not have even been an actual location. but it was one of those new york city parks with lots of greenery and concrete stairs... i may have been riding a bike, really fast, though i can't remember any particular destination.... it's a bit insignificant i guess, especially since i don't remember anything else about that part of the dream. so I guess it was like the onramp to the dream....

so here's what i really remember:

i dreamt that you&i were taking a walk-- one of our usual long walks, laughing and talking about everything and nothing at all-- and we ended up on a tropical boardwalk, maybe in miami because it seemed vaguely familiar (having gone there a couple of weeks ago). So we're walking, and naturally i'm really excited about something (only God knows!) because i've got you hurriedly by the hand like, "Come ON!!!" There were a lot of people around that i knew from HU, perhaps for a beach party or something. So we're making our way up the boardwalk and some kind of way we fall into the water. The water isn't very deep (it's deeper than 6 ft though) but you begin to panic, flailing your arms about like, "BLACK MAN IN THE WATER! CAN'T SWIM! BLACK MAN IN THE WATER! CAN'T SWIM!" And me, being the one who can swim (and recognizing that this isn't as dramatically dangerous as you think it to be) I position myself under you so that you're sort of on my back, and i WANT to say, "It's not that serious! just stop panicking, hold your breath and hold on to me!" but i can't because i'm trying to get through the water with you on my back! So you're finally able to determine that you aren't in any immediate DANGER cause i got you, and i'm able to get us back to the shore...

(Here's where it gets foggy) Somehow we separate once we get to the shore, and i end up at a part of the beach that resembles Coney Island, and not sure where you've gone so I make my way through the amusement park and get back to the beach. I'm a bit upset because in all the excitement of the day I lost my favorite red knit ballet slippers in the sand and the beach is closing shortly so the lifeguards are asking everyone to get ready to clear out, but I'd hate to just leave them halfway buried somewhere in the sand. So i'm looking for the red slippers while they're rushing me but I just don't know where to look. But i continue looking even though they're trying to rush me off of the beach, and then this pretty little chocolate girl about 8 years old comes out of nowhere like "HERE THEY ARE!!! ARE THESE THEM?!?!" And I grab her up like, "YES!!! YES!! THANK YOU PRETTY GURL!!!!" and I start to kiss her cheeks and hug her while she giggles in excitement at having helped me out.

So I slip the shoes on (of course my entire wardrobe changes as well!) and run across the street into the San Genaro Festival where there's all kind of lively lights and music and food&game booths full of people, and I go into a restaurant in the middle of the festival. As I pass the maitre'd he's like, "Um, Madame, may I help you!?" but I already know where I'm going. I walk to the back of the restaurant where you are sitting, waiting for me the whole time. Your smile is welcoming and returned by my sillygurl grin, and the maitre'd seeing that we are together, comes around to escort me to the table.

I woke up once I sat down to the table with you.

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