Writer's Block: Tossing and Turning
My weirdest dream is one I've tried to write about (failingly) for years.
It involved a man named Kevin Toliver, who I only met once as a customer when I was working as a cashier at a used car dealership.
In my dream Kevin Toliver was God (with a big G).
He lead me out of my dorm room (this is a very, very old dream), and into living room of my childhood home where the damned were circled around our old Sony TV. Someone was flipping through the channels rhythmically, snatches of sentences and flickers of images would start and stop.
He said, "They're fine" as we stepped over and through them on the way to the stairs and my bedroom.
He sat on my pink comforter and patted the bed beside him, so I sat down.
God, as Kevin Toliver, then proceeded to tell me something very important. His last words to me were "Don't forget. Don't ever forget."
And when I woke, I couldn't remember any of what was said in that conversation. I know it was important. I know it was instructions of some sort, or an answer to something...but I couldn't remember word one when awoke onto the top bunk of my rickety dorm bed. I do remember trying so hard to remember that I wound up in tears.
The reason I remember the dream is that it was the most realistic dream I've ever had. I remember every vivid detail (even 20 years later), except what was said...the one motherfucking thing I was asked NOT to forget.
It involved a man named Kevin Toliver, who I only met once as a customer when I was working as a cashier at a used car dealership.
In my dream Kevin Toliver was God (with a big G).
He lead me out of my dorm room (this is a very, very old dream), and into living room of my childhood home where the damned were circled around our old Sony TV. Someone was flipping through the channels rhythmically, snatches of sentences and flickers of images would start and stop.
He said, "They're fine" as we stepped over and through them on the way to the stairs and my bedroom.
He sat on my pink comforter and patted the bed beside him, so I sat down.
God, as Kevin Toliver, then proceeded to tell me something very important. His last words to me were "Don't forget. Don't ever forget."
And when I woke, I couldn't remember any of what was said in that conversation. I know it was important. I know it was instructions of some sort, or an answer to something...but I couldn't remember word one when awoke onto the top bunk of my rickety dorm bed. I do remember trying so hard to remember that I wound up in tears.
The reason I remember the dream is that it was the most realistic dream I've ever had. I remember every vivid detail (even 20 years later), except what was said...the one motherfucking thing I was asked NOT to forget.