Surviving Friday

Outrageous  dreams. Don't you get that each time.

I wasn't really thinking about that just before bedtime.  But the beating and the trauma,  or may be it has been embedded subconsciously ...

Friday morning, 7th of October.  This was how I remember everything., may be because this was how I want things to be, hope them to be ... I keep dreaming you  know.

"Somebody was sorry and trying to make up.  The other one gave in easy.   I was torn for awhile but in the end you knew who I went for."

But you see, lessons were taught and learned, hard and tedious as they were, the redeeming factor is that people can actually turn it around and learn from their misfortunes so they wouldn't have to go through the same ordeal again. The signs are blinking and you  know it.

We can recall, sometimes in details, what we just dreamed about because, dream occurs not during deep sleep but when we are nearly waking up, REM stage.  Memory of that brain activity still fresh.

Last Friday, that was the dream I woke up to.   And this was how it ended ...

You were holding my hand like a clasp, exactly like you said you wanted to do with me  before when we were still talking, and me still in the spiral ... and I was like a puppy kissing your big, round and brown cheeks, you know that part with your famous trademark mole which' I've always find sexy (I still do) --- that you didn't know and will never but what do you care.

It was that moment with you, and then there was this voice, fainted but firm. "Remember what he did to you."*




*i brought this with me the whole day friday.  and survived it. like i always do