The Clatter ...
It's almost noon. I just awoke from an upsetting dream. I was sitting on a bed upstairs
in my loft (Frank's room) with Frank, who was visiting from Japan, and we were talking.
[ The first portion of the conversation is not included here ]
FRANK: Hey, I wanted to thank you for that head or tails thing.
ME: Oh yeah, so it worked?
FRANK: I tried it the other day. But I chose the opposite of the outcome. [single tear on his right cheek]
[ Clatter downstairs. Like a lot of glass or crystal breaking ]
ME: What the hell was that?!?
FRANK: I dunno.
We rush downstairs. This is when I realize we are not in MY house, but my parent's house, about the time I was in highschool.
I race past my dad, who has been dead in the present for years, but here is sleeping on the floor in front of an unlit fireplace
(My mother never let us use our fireplace) next to the stereo.
Frank and I look at the unbroken windows, then stare at the stereo, thinking that's where the sound must have come from. There are some lights on the front of the stereo which are on.
FRANK: I walked around because I didn't want to wake your dad.
ME: Don't worry, he's been dead for years.
FRANK: [ Shocked ] What does this mean then?!? [ Points at my dad, snoring softly ]
ME: I dunno. I guess I should check and see if he's physical.
Frank and I crouch down. I reach out my hand slowly and place in on my dads foot, above his slipper where his sock meets his jogging pants.
DAD: [ Screaming ]
He cries out, like his whole body is exposed pain nerves, but does not open his eyes.
I stand up and realize I am awake, and in the present in my own home again.
I'm not sure where I just was.
The song "Bloody Kisses (A Death in the Family)" by Type O Negative is stuck in my head.
I decide to play it, but iTunes has lost the song. I download it again, and am now listening to it.
Weird.