Monday, June 2, 2014
Escape to the Sea
I had a dream last night as I slept in two chairs pushed together in the room at the care center where the man who loves me now resides. I dreamed I sewed a special backpack out of sturdy leaf-green canvas. I put him in it and carried him to the ocean.
He was wide awake this morning after it took 25 minutes to get him his morphine, so I told him the dream. Haha, he said. Later as the morphine trickled down his throat, he said the word dream as if he wanted me to tell him the dream again. I did, and he said let's go. He flung his legs over the side of the bed, but couldn't get up. What is going on with my legs, he asked.
I didn't tell him the 2nd half of the dream where I hung him in his back pack on a tall iron fence and went to see a my friend J in her cottage next door. When I came back, he was gone.