MY FIRST DREAM OF
JOYCE
Setting; well I am back
in the Library again, where Joyce and I once worked of course. In this dream I
find it dark, mostly of shadows, painted emotionally with the Librarian hierarchical pecking order, which always permeated the
place and probably still does.
In this dream I was
not working in the I.T. Department but more in a Circulation area, funny after
29 years of being at the Library I end up dreaming back almost at the beginning.
A Customer/Patron
calls and someone says that what they want a hold that is supposed to be
waiting for them. So I stop my shelf reading which is hard to do as everything
is so blurry to do anyway and say, “I know where that is!”
Walking down a long
dark shadowy Library corridor another worker (female), who I think I know from
my past but do not. Suddenly pops out of where I just came from to say, you can
forget the book as there is a phone call for me!
Walking back, she
says it is important; on the other end of the call there is a bit of static but
it is Joyce and at the same time that I am talking, I can see that she is talking
from a pay phone.
Our Blue Chevy Beretta
is idling beside her and there is someone, a young girl waiting in the back
seat for Joyce to get back into the Beretta. I say hello and she says “Richard
(static) coming t… pick you up…”.
More static and I see
her lips move but no sound; I ask something stupid, “want me to drive?” Want to
drive, am I mad, she can drive, what did I say that for???
That is not it, Joyce
looks more upset as she cannot get what she wants to say to me across, the line
is becoming fainter, more static and all I can see is more frustration on her
face.
Though I must admit
that Joyce looks fantastic, like she used to and the girl in the back seat, yes it is a older teenage girl; who beckons Joyce back into the Beretta.
My puppy dogs in real
time now are trying to roust me from my sleep and I want to sleep more guys, please
let me sleep! As I just got to find out what Joyce wants to say? If I could only lip read, listen longer, guys come
on, just let me sleep!
The line goes dead
and I grudgingly awake to let them out, now I am awake from my first dream of
Joyce. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rpjU_LfXcPA
A
writing of my First Dream Of Joyce
By, Richard…
For I Still Miss Her, I Am Thinking, Breathing and Dreaming
Every Second about Joyce…
For I Still Miss Her, I Am Thinking, Breathing and Dreaming
Every Second about Joyce…
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