Dream 5/28/2013

As true as recollection permits, with little interpretive analysis:

We went to this large party, where we were likely not to know anybody. And although it was summer, once we stepped inside the first tall hall of this mansion, it was as if we entered Halloween. And we wandered around trying to find a scene that suited us, maybe people we could connect with. Avoiding the creeps dressed as props for the living dead charade, with tattered clothing and blood all over their faces; they were alone down some hallways, likely steering guest from wandering too far away.

I think there was a person you noticed, because you were suddenly walking with focus. A tall, blonde girl with light, frizzy, wavy hair, who peered over the crowd and grabbed your stare.

Your stride became so wide that in just a few steps, you were gone from my sight. I traced back every hall we had passed and moved forward just as fast. As I approached new crowds I stood on my tip toes to see if I could scope you out. I became weightless, skidding corners, and unable to stop before slamming into walls. I could not find my flat footing again, I was stuck trying to be tall.

Finally, I found the courtyard: a long, open space, with no more veering halls.
I flew along the party scene, and came upon a strange event. Where cars, beautiful, old town cars from the 20s where being stacked up high, children where put inside, and patrons took turns trying to knock them down.

Using my new found ability to defy the ground beneath me, I skipped up and retrieved the last child from the last-standing stack of vehicles. And when the added weight sent me plummeting down, many large and tiny shards of glass broke through my thin-soled ballet flats, and I collapsed onto my back.

It was when I cried out in pain, and fear, that, suddenly, you reappeared. You came out from behind that last standing stack, and I realized what that girl had enlisted you for. Another tall person was perhaps that last child’s only hope to be retrieved from that car. Yet, my want and need for you to be near me gave me all the capacities of flying, and I was able to save him in my search for you.

Ironically, I completed what you left me to do.

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About Jessica Lee

Jessica is a twenty-something poet who performs most of her work on stage in Spoken Word. She has found writing therapeutic since she was child, and has pursued it ceaselessly. She enjoys writing even the most fleeting thoughts and dreams as SensicalRavings. Between long retail shifts, she enjoys writing observational pieces (always with a slant) of locally relevant subjects as ALLGainesville. If you appreciate inspiring, coming-of-age suppositions, become a follower. Though it's not always roses, it's raw!

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