Dreams suck
Early this morning, I dreamt of Jack. I was in a conference room made up of frosted glass walls with shiny wooden pillars. The conference table matched the wood in the pillars, bowing out in the middle to make an odd, almost oval shape. A young woman I didn’t recognize brought her to the side door. She ran around tot me at the head of the table.
“Mommy!” My Jack had long, dirty blonde, curly hair. She had green eyes just like her father’s. She wore a pretty dress, so I knew I didn’t dress her right there, but she had sneakers. With her arms opened wide, I scooped her up in my arms. I squeezed her tight and she petted my hair.
“What’cha doin’?” I explained that I was having a meeting with these two gentlemen.
“Why does he look like Wash?” She frowned at Alan Tudyk sitting to my left. He smiled at Jack.
“Because he does. That’s Mr. Tudyk and this is Mr. Rodriguez.” I waved my hand to Robert Rodriguez sitting on my right.
“Hello.”
“Now, honey, I have to finish up talking. Why don’t you go with Louise and color for a moment.” Without putting her down, I walked to the conference door. She squirmed and fussed until I put her down. With wee fingers, she pried the door open. Jack marched out into the office just like she owned the place. People moved out of her way as if she did.
“Cute kid.”
“Thank you. Now, let’s get back to work because she’ll want my attention before long and I won’t be able to put her off.”
How odd is it that Jack was the same age in my dream as she would’ve been if she’d been born? Sometimes, I really hate myself.
“Mommy!” My Jack had long, dirty blonde, curly hair. She had green eyes just like her father’s. She wore a pretty dress, so I knew I didn’t dress her right there, but she had sneakers. With her arms opened wide, I scooped her up in my arms. I squeezed her tight and she petted my hair.
“What’cha doin’?” I explained that I was having a meeting with these two gentlemen.
“Why does he look like Wash?” She frowned at Alan Tudyk sitting to my left. He smiled at Jack.
“Because he does. That’s Mr. Tudyk and this is Mr. Rodriguez.” I waved my hand to Robert Rodriguez sitting on my right.
“Hello.”
“Now, honey, I have to finish up talking. Why don’t you go with Louise and color for a moment.” Without putting her down, I walked to the conference door. She squirmed and fussed until I put her down. With wee fingers, she pried the door open. Jack marched out into the office just like she owned the place. People moved out of her way as if she did.
“Cute kid.”
“Thank you. Now, let’s get back to work because she’ll want my attention before long and I won’t be able to put her off.”
How odd is it that Jack was the same age in my dream as she would’ve been if she’d been born? Sometimes, I really hate myself.