June 10, 2022
Dreams
I saw a tiny baby on a table. I knew it was me. I was making him laugh. I went over and propped him up. I kind of cuddled him against my head. He started to sleep. He fit perfectly against my forehead. His breathing was perfectly in sync with mine.
I’m at the beach with mom. I’m playing guitar. Joni Mitchell is there walking her dog. She comes over and compliments me on my guitar playing. I tell her that if I was alive in the 60’s I would’ve loved to hang out with her. I think she says that she’s going to jam with me right at that moment. I stand up and start playing guitar. I’m standing next to a pole. I’m wondering where she went. I turn and see she’s walking along the shore with her dog. I keep playing the guitar.
There’s someone standing in front of me. Their back is turned to me. I don’t pay much attention to them. I keep playing the guitar. The person turns around and it’s Miranda. We ask each other how we’ve been. She says she does her own groceries now, but she doesn’t like to because it’s bad for the environment. I ask if she’s been to the fox lately. She says yes.
Mom starts walking over. Miranda starts looking like she’s gonna leave. She says that she guesses it’ll be a while before we see each other again. I don’t want her to leave. It’s really nice and relaxed. It’s not awkward at all. We say goodbye and she leaves. She’s with Myriam all of a sudden and they’re walking away together down the street. I’m wondering if they’re talking about me.
I walk with Mom. I almost get mad at her for coming over, because I wanted to keep talking to Miranda. I hold my tongue and decide not to get mad.
The Wise Plumber
“I had to bury my emotions for a while. I couldn’t let them grow. I guess I was scared of what they’d do.”
“Did you need to find some answers?” Asked the plumber as he plunged my toilet. “Was it urgent?”
“No- it wasn’t urgent. I just thought I’d feel better if I sorted that stuff out. I wanted it out of the way. I wanted a clean slate.”
The plumber grumbled in understanding. Suddenly the toilet exploded and water went everywhere. The sound was like a jet engine.
“WHAT’VE YOU DONE?!” I screamed as I slipped on the wet tiles.
“I don’t know! I thought this was gonna fix something!” The plumber started squeezing himself into a ball. He was in the corner, rocking back and forth. “I’m gonna be fired! I’m gonna be back on the streets!”
I pulled out my cell phone and called 911. I prayed for the strength to get through this.