I dreamt he loved me

and I also dreamt of a woman who lived forever

In my dream we were all together

I was so happy being with him again

and then the other boy sat down

he told me he loved me

and would do anything to be with me

he looked so hopeful and happy

I told him I loved him back

BUTIDONTLIKEHIMIDONTLIKEHIM

He keeps holding my hand

and trying to kiss me

he falls asleep on my lap and I wipe away his bangs

and he grins at me

he’s cute and kind

but I don’t like him

he smothers me

but

he seems so heartbroken

when he suspects I love someone else

I kiss his eyelids

hoping to blind him a bit longer

his mother hates us together

for some reason this bothers me

the last scene is the three of us sitting on the couch

I have my hands threaded with one of them

who

what

.

.

.

The next dream I have is of an old woman

she has a 13 year old son and a 26 year old

they are happy

every day they eat steak and mashed potatoes

and she sews quilts every day

she’s so old

she needs help in order to reach the sewing kit

her husband loves her so much

a lady visits every day, she tells her husband,

“I can take your sons far away from this nightmare. let them live with me”

no

no

no

STAY AWAY FROM MY SONS

STAY AWAY FROM MY HUSBAND

the old woman is crying for her family

a wave of insecurity and paranoia hits her

the sons comfort her

(have they always been this tall?)

the thirteen year old drives her to the hospital

(wait, you’re too young to drive)

she blacks out

she wakes up again in the living room

it’s getting harder to get to the sewing box

she calls for the chef to make steak and mashed potatoes for dinner 

the chef sighs

the husband cries

the old woman gets up to reach the sewing box

she laughs as she sews

the other woman visits again

“It’s time for you to get married,” she says to the thirteen year old

MY SON IS NOT OLD ENOUGH TO BE MARRIED

the old woman looks into the eyes of her baby boy

she doesn’t see the face of the man staring back at her

she doesn’t see her husband break out into tears

nor does she see her 26 year old any where in the house

in her hands there is nothing

the sewing box was always out of her reach.