Don't Dream It, Be It

Although borrowed from "The Rocky Horror Picture Show", these are words for me to live by. Someone asked me, "Aren't you a little old to have such big dreams?" to which I replied, "Am I too old to be alive?"

Thursday, July 28, 2005

Another Disturbing Dream

I have a fellow performer and friend who, tragically contracted HIV about eight years ago or so, and he has not been doing so well lately.

In my dream last night, I was at an indoor football game with my folks. All of a sudden, President Bush and Vice President Cheney came down to the field and everyone in the stadium rushed up to shake their hands, except for me and my family and some folks behind me. I looked to my left, and there was my friend Heather. (Heather, my friend with HIV and I were all in the same performing group together.) Heather and I looked behind us, and there was our fellow performer and sick friend. He looked thin and a bit sickly, but was his usual, upbeat and cheerful self. He came down to our row and gave Heather a huge hug. We were all talking and exchanging our "What's ups?" and "I've missed yous." Then, he looked at me and I tried to hug him, but I could not move my arms, so he hugged me and we touched foreheads. It was wild, because I could feel the warmth of his forehead. Everything felt melancholy. He said some other things to me. I kissed him on the neck, then he left.
I woke up this morning, thinking about my dream, and although I have not heard anything yet, I wonder if my friend passed away in the night? I certainly hope not, but if so, I will no something tomorrow, since my sister is affiliated with the same performing group. She has rehearsal tonight, so if there is any news regarding my friend, she will find out.
I have been feeling funky all day--It's that funky feeling I get when I lose someone, but it could be all in my head. Only time will tell.

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