Kiki |
This first dream was from yesterday.
I woke up from a series of confusing, long dreams. Nothing would stick in memory, so I decided to go back to sleep, convinced once again that my dream recall has failed me and it would be time to finally quit.
As soon as I fell back to sleep, I quickly dropped into a dream, I was standing in a large courtyard or plaza. My attention was quickly drawn to a woman in the crowd that resembled Marsha Warfield, the actress - but she had darker, more indigenous skin-tone and oddly enough, Coolio styled braids. She was a maternal figure, one that commanded respect and stood out to me more than any other person in the crowd. When my attention was drawn to her magnificence, I could not help but lock eyes with her. Her message was clear and precise as her gaze. DO NOT GIVE IN.
This Morning...
Waking up a few minutes to four this morning, I was coming out of a dream where we were trying desperately to get my cat Kiki to stop eating shards of glass. During the dream we were cleaning up broken glass and the cat kept eating, despite our protests for it to stop. After a visit to the vet and bringing her back home, we were told that nothing could be done but we had to watch her carefully. As soon as we were back home, she found more glass. We tried to corral her to finish cleaning up. I opened up the laundry room doors for her and she was spitting up glass on some white towels we placed on the floor, since the washer and dryer were no longer in the space. My grip on the dream was lost because of the missing appliances, I was still concerned for the cat who was slowly spitting up the shards with saliva and spots of blood.
A Toast
Going back to sleep after thinking over the events of the first dream, I fell into another, longer dream. In the dream my involvement felt necessary to the activity - everything was mundane until I was having drinks with two men. The dilemma wasn't too harsh, but I was already interacting with the men inside a hotel room having drinks in celebration, or just because. My self-imposed abstinence from all things alcoholic kicked in, wondering what the liquor in my drink was. I spotted a bottle that looked like Hennessy or Jack Daniels sitting on the night table between the two beds in the darkened room. Rewriting the dream didn't help. Without much effort, the dream rewound itself to the point where the younger man handed me my drink, I had specifically asked that no alcohol should be in my glass. Then after accepting the glass and taking the first sip, I could tell that there was alcohol in it.
Disheartened by mindlessly ending my drought, the sweetness of the mixed drink and the calming effect of the alcohol kicked in after the familiar burn that I'm sure some part of me missed after only three or four years (I've lost count) I gave in to the error and finished up the glass. I wasn't done drinking. Another dream slipped in, piggybacking off of the first - now I was having a glass of Coquito, a mixed rum and coconut drink that is usually made for Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays. My "Wife" commented about me drinking again, I felt ashamed saying "Let me finish this one off, so I can quit again" tipping back my head to finish off the sweet elixir.
The dream changes and now I'm in a high-rise apartment building again. It's nighttime and our arrival in the tower was to meet with friends that lived in the building. Rain was coming down outside and for some reason I was nude in the middle of everyone. Was it because my clothes had gotten wet? My "Wife" was desperate to leave, not wanting to use the bathroom in this apartment, she asked me to go bring the car up to the front from the open air parking lot outside. In the darkened apartment I walked over to the window noticing that it was still raining outside, I said "It's still raining, how do you expect me go out there naked?" "Just go get the car…" my wife demanded. Worried that I couldn't see the car from this angle, I looked out the window again and finally saw the car outside. My sister-in-law was looking out the window at the building next door and shouted "I see Wilson!" The phrase snaps me out of the dream, since I didn't know who else was in the room with us.
After waking up, I was able to place where we were; my old neighborhood - back in the Bronx.