Dream, but this time it meant something
This time it meant something.
usually, dreams mean nothing.
well, they're something, but not in a significant way.
more like scattered pieces, little photogaphs that seemed th have been ripped apart and glued back in all the wrong spots, at random.
this time it was good, and not good because i got my happy ending.
most of it is inconsequentail;
the only thing that mattered was when
me and Otter lay down together, on the scratchy upstairs carpet, in the hallway. clasping hands. not next to each other, but facing one another.
i say, "i have something important to tell you."
he squeezes my hand.
i say,
"i love you. and i have loved you for a very long time."
I smile at him, and get up and leave. I am happy. I feel at peace.
That is all.
