It was a light-hearted conversation that you and I had in the dream that I had today when I slept after having struggled to fall asleep through the night. I don’t understand why you still appear in my dreams even though it has been ages since we even talked, as in talked talked, not something that we were pressured into doing as obedient kids. You and I.. I think we’ve interacted more in my dreams than we have in real life, which is not surprising at all, since only in my wildest dreams would that be a possibility. You’re a mountain, me? A stepping stone. Which you’ve left so far behind that you don’t even remember if it exists at all.
We were at this place where you were marking essays that were submitted to you and I was all like, I could help you know, I have experience and the knowledge. You knew that since you’d already read something that I’d written and you were so dumbfounded that you couldn’t utter a thing about it. But you were like let’s not talk about work. And then the conversation took off and before we knew it we’d spent a whole lot of time talking. It felt great. Normally when we meet in dreams we just take glances or say one liners or you’re always angry and I’m always crying or something sweet is going on, but that happens rarely. Maybe because I am so sure of the consequences of everything that even though nothing’s real, the aftermath of these things in reality would be a shitstorm. So of course that slips through.
At one point I pointed towards me and then towards you and as a matter of fact stated “This can’t happen, you know that right? We’d destroy each other. We’re better apart.” and you agreed without skipping a beat. It hurt but it was enough to satisfy me in a way. You said, “Well that’s.. let’s not worry about that. We’re here right now, focus on that.” and sure, I did. There’s not a thing that you’d ask me to do and I wouldn’t do. I have done things for you when you never asked for them. Remember that time when you came home to your journal closed and your pens stacked back in your stationary holder? Yeah that was me. Yes I left that brown piece of colored paper to mark your place in the journal. Remember that time when you found your room cleaned up in a way you didn’t leave it? The folded blanket and the wrinkle free sheets? That was me as well. Remember that time when you thought that your mum was putting down your cup of tea but it turned out to be me? Yeah, I’d told her that I’d take care of it and I did.
What I’m trying to say is.. I kinda wish that you hadn’t agreed to the thing that I said. But then.. Its entirely fiction so who’s to blame.
I might still not understand why you appear in my dreams. Maybe you’ve been in my mind for so long that you’ve become a part of my subconscious. Maybe I really can’t get over it even though I have. I really have and I wouldn’t be lying if I said that. It’s just. There’s no point for all of this you know. It’s a dead end street. And to refer to Taylor Swift, I don’t have a Maserati. Then who the eff gave you the permission to barge in like that? It’s rude. Just. Don’t.
Or maybe.. it’s the last thread that I have left attached with you.. should I savor it while it lasts? Idk man. Leave me alone if you may. The forgetting will take care of the rest, hopefully. One day. Some day.
“Stay away from the ones you love too much. Those are the ones who will kill you.”
– Boris Pavlikovsky
(The Goldfinch, Donna Tartt.)
– Mahaah.