So I had this weird dream.
In this dream I went with mom to a garage sale at the home of an old friend of my mom. We pull up to this fancy house. Not a mansion or anything but you could tell it was old and we were in the South, like the old South. The house had a wrap around porch, with gray paint on the porch and white walls on the outside of the house. I felt relatively uninterested in the garage sale because my mind was on work and all the things I needed to get done before I could end my day.
We were looking around and everything they had for sale was on two small tables on the porch. I couldn’t figure out why mom was so excited for the sale. She barely even mentioned she knew the woman that owned the house so that couldn’t have been the reason why. Apparently neither was the stuff on sale. She went up and knocked on the door while I looked around. I noticed the old playstation logo on some stuff in a small basket.
I started to perk up a bit because I had just gotten my pay for the week and if there were Playstation games here I could at the very least flip them and make a bit of profit on the resale. But upon further examination I noticed that strangely they were playstation “audio cassettes”. I had never seen these before but the labels looked real enough and I wondered if they might have been some kind of strange promotional material thought up before the playstation became it’s own system instead of an add on for the super nintendo like it was originally intended.
While I was looking at the cassettes the owner of the house opened the door and greeted my mom giving her a big hug with a smile. She looked over at me, and I smiled, waved and went about my business. I was about to ask her what the story of the cassettes were and a young woman around my age walked out of the front door to greet me.
In this moment she was a blonde with straight hair and light skin. She was wearing a green almost punk rock tank top and either jean shorts or jeans, I can’t rightly remember which.
She asked me if I remembered her and I said “No I’m sorry I don’t”
She replied “That’s no fun I guess I’ll have to remind you.” then grabbed me by the hand and pulled me around the other side of the porch and into another entry way into the house. As I was being pulled away I heard mom’s friend say “now you kids have fun!”
Then I heard mom quietly say “do you think she can help him remember?”
Just after that I was inside the house. The decorations were old fashioned but instead of feeling dated and tacky they felt classy. The room was a bit dark, with cherry woods on the walls and furniture, a big burgundy rug laid on the middle of the floor in what appeared to be a sitting room. On top of that was a nice old coffee table and couch. There was a relatively large window that had cream colored curtains allowing a faint yellow light come through the windows. A bit of dust was visible in the air due to the light shafts. It was as if I was hyper observant to everything in that moment.
I walked over to an old roll top writing desk and looked at some of the papers, they looked like they were written with a typewriter and the paper looked nearly a century old. Yellowed and faded.
“These documents seem amazing, where did you get them?” I said to her as I rummaged through the papers without thinking of how much I could be intruding in that moment.
“You wrote them.” She said as I could hear her audibly walking towards me. I was still fascinated by the written works on the desk but I had the sense to reply. “There’s no way I could have typed these out, they are too good, and they look a hundred years old.”
I felt her hand on my arm with the intent of turning me around to face her. I obliged her gentle nudging and turned around, then I was immediately floored.
My jaw became slack as I saw her, but it was a “different” her. She now stood before me a brunette, with a World War II era hair cut, deep red lipstick, dark eyeshadow, an off white silk blouse, and a black pencil style skirt that went just above her ankles.
“When will you start to remember?” she asked me staring straight into my eyes, deeper than I’ve ever been looked at before.
She grabbed my hands and said “Maybe this will help.” When she touched my hands it was like my world melted away, I became instantly comfortable in that moment, and she could have done anything to me and I would have agreed. I felt no direct emotional connection to her, but I knew that I would die for her without a seconds hesitation. She raised my hands to hers and then pulled both of our hands to the sky. She spoke some words that I can’t seem to rightly remember, but then she pulled the left and right arms out to the side like a Crucifix and then down to our hips. In doing this we were pressed up against each other staring directly into the other person.
She whispered with a slight ache in her voice, “Do you remember me now, Gabriel?” When she said that name it caused me to involuntarily break her hold of my hands and I put one hand on the small of her back and pulled her in even closer with my other hand on the back of her head, I kissed her forehead for what seemed like a few minutes with my lips just staying in one position, as this happened I tried in vain to remember what she was talking about.
I released my lips from her head and pulled her head close into my chest, I could feel her tears on my shirt as she knew she was getting closer to someone she hadn’t seen in years.
“No I don’t remember, but I will die before I let anyone hurt you.” I spoke as she started sobbing audibly.
Then I woke up.
This was by far the strangest most detailed dream I’ve had in a long time.
