Notes on a Dream

I dreamed about you last night. We were driving. Well, you were driving… and smiling… and laughing… like how it always is when it’s just us. You cooked a curry dish for me… while driving. Not sure where we were going. Didn’t matter. We missed our freeway exit twice. Didn’t matter. We nearly drove ourselves off a bridge and into some strange body of water. Didn’t matter. We laughed the whole way through… even inches from our death at the edge of that bridge. I remember not being afraid. I remember never being afraid. I remember looking right into your eyes as you looked right back… smiling at you smiling at me. Death couldn’t shake us. Not at all. Death didn’t even exist.

I woke up though… tired, weak, and alone, but fascinated by the fact that I’ve never remembered so many details from a single dream. And never has dream spoken such a clear truth to me. But, there’s a coward in me… and that coward says that it was just a dream. Nothing more. Nothing less. And that you don’t have to know about it.

 - k.