I dream that I’m at my Gran’s; she’s living not in her own home, but at my other grandma’s old place. (Miss you, Grandma G.) She’s been stuck inside for months because of Covid and she’s sad and lonely, I don’t know how to comfort her. We watch a Steven Universe episode, the characters are doing ballet, so I convince Gran to do try dancing too, that will cheer her up! She wears a dark green tutu and starts waving her hands like a swan.
Tag: dancing
This Is Especially Funny Because I Hate Parties
I dream that I’m celebrating with friends, maybe during spring break? We’re on a rooftop, almost naked, dancing ecstatically, our skin covered in colorful paint, and we’re waving glow sticks. All the while I’m thinking I’m so glad we’re not living through a pandemic and we can do this.
Why Cats Though
I dream that my mom is watching a girl being interviewed on TV. The girl says she was in a production of Cats, some of the other guests and the crew say they also were in Cats! They all get together and dance on stage, in perfect sync with each other. My mother switch channels, I was so invested I go look up that interview online.
It’s Supposed To Be West, But After All We Are All East Of Something
I dream that I travel back to 1891 and I should never do that, I should always go forward, because now I have a small sister, just a child with big, brown, sad eyes, and our father has given her up in marriage. She’s so small, but there’s nothing I can do to help.
I dream that I’m travelling on a bus with a group of friends. We reach the East Coast and it’s my home town, somehow? A boy with a guitar joins us after I watch his Youtube videos. We dig a long tunnel to the nearest Gucci store, stop at an underground dance party that looks out of West Side Story. We are hideous dancer, we look for a more amateurish party. We noticed another room in the tunnel with beautiful chandelier lights shining in the dark, we stop there but it’s not a dance floor, it’s a church and there are coffins on the benches.
Social Gatherings Make Me Anxious
(So many details that I wanted to remember and promptly forgot while still half asleep.)
My sister is studying for her finals. She’s mad at me for getting in the room to look for my backpack.
(Are we teens again, or is this now?)
Rescuing a hen with a broken wing.
(Since when do we live in the countryside?)
I don’t want to go to the school dance. The theme is wild west and I do have quite a nice jacket to wear, but I hate parties and I won’t go.
Gran is disappointed, she really wanted to come with. She looks so young and healthy, her hair is black instead of white.
I feel guilty.
Choirs and Cows
I’m watching on TV a children’s choir, they are all little hams that can’t stand still and are swaying wildly to the music. Delighted, I go to YouTube to send some of their videos to my friend C. I find one where an entire cast of Bollywood dancers are performing to their songs, and another where the TV host and the choir conductor are doing ballet.
The Glee cast is sitting in the audience, I guess they used to be former choir members. The last performer is a little girl with bangs and brown curls that looks like Rachel Berry, she throws a tantrum and refuses to sing unless it’s a “power ballad”.
I’m sitting in a doctor’s waiting room, but I also work there as a training secretary. As I wait I’m writing on my notebook and listening to music; an old schoolmate walks on the table and leaves a muddy shoe print on my blank page, I yell at him. The doctor*, who is Chris Evans in a white coat, gives me the thumbs up from his office. I reply with a toothy smile from under my wool hat and massive white earphones.
Now Chris Evans is reading the news on TV. He chokes on his words and is quickly replaced by ads, I picture everyone laughing at him in the studio. Once back, he introduces an old Disney cartoon: it has been clearly ripped from YouTube, I find it very unprofessional. The cartoon depicts a polyamorous relationship between a blonde human woman, three anthropomorphic cows and one actual cow.
*not THE Doctor. A doctor, a medical professional.
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