MC Dreaming MC Sleeping
I dreamt about you last night. I don’t dream to often, and when I do, there is very little remembered when I wake unless it is very vivid like what follows.
This wasn’t a Christmas dream, and stayed very vivid throughout. I was at home, here in Alabama, there was a knock on the front door, and when I opened the door the a mailman said “I have an important letter for you.”
I took the letter and opened it. As I looked at the letters on the paper I could not read them but I knew what they said. (We need to talk). As I looked up from the paper I was at you front door knocking. Martin answered, “hello Michael, I wasn’t sure if you were going to come.” I only half heard him because I was looking around, stunned on how I got there so fast.
Martin leads me into the living room, there are bright white empty walls and dark wood furniture. The couches are beige and there in one back window where I can see a green back yard and a red playset. Martin stops in front of me, now blocking the window. He points to the couch next to me.
“Sit down.” He says.
Martin is wearing a light brown suit, white shirt and brown stripped tie. I remember this because he flips his tie over his shoulder the next time he begins to talk. I sit and he stays standing, I try to peek around him to see outside.
“Why did you call me down here and where is Arianna?” I asked.
“I have had two stents.” He pointed to his heart. “Now they think I have live cancer that is spreading all over my body.”
I did not feel bad for him at all. Rebecca? came in the room holding a little brass wire bird cage. She set it down on the highly glossed coffee table. Remember everything I very bright in here.
“Martin, why did you guys have me come down here? How come it took so long for you to let me come around?”
“Michael she was/is our daughter and will continue to be so. I’m sick and when I pass she will be your daughter. So we want you to meet her once to say hi.”
Rebecca (she reminded me of what the witch from Hansel and Gretel should look like) opened the little bird cage and you stepped out on to the dark brown coffee table. You wore a blue and white striped dress, tiny little shoes, and a rainbow bird mask (the bird mask really looked like a colorful death mask worn by doctors in the 1800’s) held on with thread tied behind your head.
“Oh my goodness, you’re so tiny!” I cried.
“She doesn’t eat much.” Rebecca said happily.
I wanted to scoop you up, put you in my pocket and run. Martin, sensing my thoughts, picked you up and had you stand in his palm. I could see you smiling at me even though the bird mask covered you whole face.
“You guys have to feed her! She shouldn’t be so small!” I was getting mad.
“I’ll be okay, remember, they can’t keep me forever.” You squeaked to me.
My heart dropped, adrenaline skyrocketed, my skin flushed and my eyes opened.
0405 on Christmas day.
I tried to go back to sleep so I could hold you in my hand, and take off that mask, I just wanted talk to you. But sleep didn’t return so easily: restroom, water, some cookies, milk and then a half hour of laying in bed thinking about why you had a bird mask on. Wondering if I should be writing before I forgot my dream.
I didn’t dream the second time asleep, but when I woke I remembered the first dream as well as I do now, like it happened in real life yesterday.
Merry Christmas. 2017
Michael Trump 
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