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a better dream

In the years since he died, I've had many dreams about Tom, and they rarely went well. The question always came up of why we hadn't seen each other for so long, which would cause us to argue and blame each other because there was no good explanation except for the truth that he was dead, which we would realize, which inspired weird dream-logic explanations for why he was here now, which generally seemed dubious even in a dream.

A few days ago, I finally had a simple dream about Tom that somehow managed to avoid all that.

First I was driving through South Minneapolis at night, though all the streets were a bit different, this being a dream. I parked the car and started to walk along a street full of restaurants. It was like the "Eat Street" section of Nicollet but with more restaurants and nothing else, except it was actually an imaginary section of Lake Street. I met Tom and we walked on, looking at the restaurants, trying to decide where to eat dinner. We walked into the foyer of an Italian restaurant with a giant fancy-looking buffet. As we were deciding if we wanted to eat there, Tom passed me a crumpled ten-dollar bill, for some unknown reason that made sense in the dream. I slipped it into the back pocket of my jeans, feeling something else already in there that I knew was tickets for a show. We decided not to eat there, and we walked on, looking at the variety of restaurants. I reminded myself to remember where I'd parked, and tried to recall if Tom had ever seen my gas-electric hybrid car. He hadn't, because he died before I got it, but that thought didn't occur to me. We just strolled along, arm in arm, looking at restaurants.


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Jan. 14th, 2006 11:30 pm (UTC)
a good visit. glad I got to read this one
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