A Year In Pictures Following The Break-Up

I rarely remember my dreams, if I have them at all. A couple nights ago, though, I had two vivid anxiety dreams.

One was about N. I hadn't dreamed about her since the break-up. We were meeting in the foodcourt of a mall. N was holding a piece of paper on which she'd drawn and colored in a number of cartoon animal couples. A boy cat and a girl cat. A boy hippo and a girl hippo. Things were pleasant at first, but then she started to get upset.

"Did you really love me," she said, using a pen to X-out the boy half of each cartoon couple. "Did you ever really love me?"

The other dream was about my nephew, Ty. No one was watching him and he stepped into a swimming pool, sinking immediately to the bottom. I was the only one there and I had to save him. But first I had to take off my shoes. Had to. And for some reason I could only take them off in slow motion. So I slowly slowly painfully slowly worked each shoe off my feet, all the while seeing Ty looking up at me from the bottom of the pool and all the while wondering what kind of a maniac I was for worrying about my shoes at a time like this.

# posted by Arnie : 8:48 PM