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09.14.2022

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I have dreams most nights, it’s a Thing, but I had this one a few nights ago and I’m still thinking about it. I keep trying to push it back, it keeps bobbing up.

It was not an interesting dream.

It consisted of one of the many strange entities in my dream, I believe a human man, asking me what was on my socks.

I responded, in dreamish, wandering cadence and words that were child-plucked, sounding very young in my attempt to mine lucidity: “A lot of polka dots, and then there’s a man on them called Weird Al.”

The dream went on, and I didn’t give much thought to it until I woke up and was getting dressed.

They were stuffed into one of my green boxes of small clothes. A pair of socks, and on them, a lot of polka dots, and at the bottom, Weird Al Yankovic’s face sewn in.

And I was struck through.

I bought them at The Ridiculously Self-Indulgent Ill-Advised Vanity Tour, wear them regularly, have the t-shirt, have the songs, have ALL the songs, have the copy of Poodle Hat burned from a friend of a friend’s copy missing the first AND last tracks because that’s how it was in burned CD days.

In other words, I have context.

The wandering dreambody did not.

Somehow, somewhere, in the ebb and flow of my inner world, or else where dreams live, some plane or another, between tree leaves, there is someone sitting with their dreambody friends going “...and he said the man on them was named not ‘Al’, but ‘WEIRD Al’, WEIRD.”

“Did he say anything else?”

“No. No, not a single word on it.”

“Sounds like a cult.”

“I don’t want a man on my socks. A man on socks is a bit occult.”

“*I* want a man on *my* socks.”

...and so on and so on, because for one moment, in my restless dreams, I was The Guy You Talk About Later.

This isn’t like creepypasta or something. I don’t have a punchline. I just can’t get over it. Poor Kyle Dreambody is where I was a couple few years back with The Bus Guy.

Anecdote at the Battle of Trafalgar, 21 October 1805 by William Heath

So, I know it is has only been one day since I have been back on track. However, I feel so much better today. My blood sugar, while still frighteningly high, was down 32 points. That is a great step in the right direction. My mood feels better and I haven’t even started my exercise phase yet.

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The next day he had repainted the tables white again. 😫😭

I was laughing when I was writing this piece, I remembered that specific day and brought my lips to grin. I will never forget that day, the day where I realized family is everything, family will always be home. 

          It was a fine morning the sun was up, everything seemed fine. I can smell the dishes being cooked in the kitchen everyone was busy. It was our annual Christmas party; everyone was in their toes. My aunt was busy inside the kitchen, she was very sweaty and I can see her face was very tired. My uncles were outside playing their usual game of cards, while drinking beer. My cousins were watching a movie in the living room, we were all ready for our annual tradition.

         When my uncle shouted “Ako na bahala sa lechon!” Everyone was frantic, everyone was excited. We were all howling and shouting. My cousins went out to fetch the lechon tray and got the car ready. I was so excited, so I went up the room and got ready, I was excited, I have been craving for lechon for months. My tummy was grumbling and it was full of butterflies. I was grinning from ear to ear. My family can’t contain their happiness. We were all waiting for our uncle and cousin to comeback with the lechon.