Monday, 19 October 2009
Dream Journal III
Disclaimer : All character names have been fictionalised as to preserve anonymity.
I can only attribute the slight oddity of this dream in comparison to some of my more mundane (and forgotten) dreams to the fact that I was just discussing Skins with a friend of mine, thus rekindling my memories and thoughts while I was hooked on the series last year.
Anyhow, the dream does raise some interesting pondering topics, the chief being what would you do when a (close) friend just suffered a significant loss? Also, what would one really do in each paragraph above?
It started with an obituary. Nolan’s father had passed away. As I was submerged into my world of make-believe, colour was drained from perspective leaving all visualization in shades of grey. I was in a car with Kaerin and Nolan. He was driving. Looking out from the window, I saw the roads and buildings paved with bricks and framed by the melancholic skies. There were vendors on the sidewalk and alleyways with their stalls selling odd merchandises. I caught, from the side of my eye, a guy asking to try on a peculiar full-body suit. The occupants of the vehicle remained mum all the while.
We stopped in front of an unassuming black gate which was to be Kaerin’s place of residence. She exited, and I was asked to do the same. Unwilling, I refused. He did not object. I fancied I deluded myself into hearing a slight sigh of relief from him.
We continued driving apparently aimless through town. The silence remains unbroken until the vehicle came to a stop. Hunger seemed to have struck a clear chord in the abyss of fog that is his mind at the present. As we made our way on the footway in search of an eatery, a salutation was heard addressed to him.
It was a friend of him, Brian, a former (friend) of mine. Greetings were exchanged and, condolence expressed and accepted, with a feigned air of courtesy much too common in that time. After each other’s intentions were made clear, invitations were extended to him and his companion to join us for lunch. His companion had been silent until now, much akin to a faithful valet. Finally, introductions were made of the stranger and as I extended my right hand to greet him, a proclamation was made, loud and clear albeit sudden, “I am gay”. Slightly fazed, I shook his hand and replied, “Nice to meet you.”
The few following moments were blurred and my next recollection was of the four of us seated at a restaurant table.
As if following of his companion’s exclamation on the sidewalk earlier, Brian nonchalantly admitted his relation to the chap while also giving away, with a hint of goad, he was previously in a relationship with Nolan when we were in St. James Middle School which lasted four and a half months. The latter said nothing. His expression was almost void, as it had been so far, aside from a quick glance at me. I gave Brian a most insincere smile and eyebrow raise accompanied by a slight shrug before opening the newspaper in front of me. Seeing as his plan to stir trouble has failed to achieve fruition, Brian refocuses his attention to his ‘pet’ who seemed all too happy to be his fall-back. As I was beginning to read the header of the paper, their senseless chatter began to drown away and reality began to creep into my subconscious...
We stopped in front of an unassuming black gate which was to be Kaerin’s place of residence. She exited, and I was asked to do the same. Unwilling, I refused. He did not object. I fancied I deluded myself into hearing a slight sigh of relief from him.
We continued driving apparently aimless through town. The silence remains unbroken until the vehicle came to a stop. Hunger seemed to have struck a clear chord in the abyss of fog that is his mind at the present. As we made our way on the footway in search of an eatery, a salutation was heard addressed to him.
It was a friend of him, Brian, a former (friend) of mine. Greetings were exchanged and, condolence expressed and accepted, with a feigned air of courtesy much too common in that time. After each other’s intentions were made clear, invitations were extended to him and his companion to join us for lunch. His companion had been silent until now, much akin to a faithful valet. Finally, introductions were made of the stranger and as I extended my right hand to greet him, a proclamation was made, loud and clear albeit sudden, “I am gay”. Slightly fazed, I shook his hand and replied, “Nice to meet you.”
The few following moments were blurred and my next recollection was of the four of us seated at a restaurant table.
As if following of his companion’s exclamation on the sidewalk earlier, Brian nonchalantly admitted his relation to the chap while also giving away, with a hint of goad, he was previously in a relationship with Nolan when we were in St. James Middle School which lasted four and a half months. The latter said nothing. His expression was almost void, as it had been so far, aside from a quick glance at me. I gave Brian a most insincere smile and eyebrow raise accompanied by a slight shrug before opening the newspaper in front of me. Seeing as his plan to stir trouble has failed to achieve fruition, Brian refocuses his attention to his ‘pet’ who seemed all too happy to be his fall-back. As I was beginning to read the header of the paper, their senseless chatter began to drown away and reality began to creep into my subconscious...
I can only attribute the slight oddity of this dream in comparison to some of my more mundane (and forgotten) dreams to the fact that I was just discussing Skins with a friend of mine, thus rekindling my memories and thoughts while I was hooked on the series last year.
Anyhow, the dream does raise some interesting pondering topics, the chief being what would you do when a (close) friend just suffered a significant loss? Also, what would one really do in each paragraph above?
Monkey J
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