Dreams
Last night, I had two dreams:
The first dream took place at work. I was working the cash register on a Sunday morning. It was very early. It had to have been just as the store opened. I was stacking and restacking six packages of staplers as I waited to ring up the next customer. She was carrying on a conversation with another lady and usually it annoys me when people do that, hold up the line to do other things, but since it was early and there was no one behind her, I didn't really mind. I was busy thinking and rethinking stacking configurations for the staplers. When I looked up, I realized that, standing right in front of me, the woman I was waiting to ring up was none other than Lucinda Walsh in a smart, stylish red power suit with a fur stole, sunglasses in hand, waving them around in a condescending gesticulation. I turned to my left to see who she was talking to. It was Lily Snyder. I began to pay more attention to their conversation and realized it was not a conversation but a scolding. I turned to my right and there was Holden Snyder and Molly Conlon, arms around each other watching the two ladies just like I had been. It turns out that Lucinda was telling Lily how stupid she was for letting Holden go and how she could stand by and do nothing while he and Molly grew closer and closer together. Lily tried to plead her case, saying that she tried everything she could to win him back but it just wasn't happening, that he was really in love with Molly. But Lucinda told her that was ridiculous and that she and Holden were soul mates and that she was being weak and, te again, she was a disappointment and a failure. Lily, trying very hard to keep calm, marched for the exit. She was very hurt by what her mother had said and just before she made it to the door, she started to cry. I left my cash register and walked toward her. I opened my arms to give her a hug and as I began to wrap them around her, she suddenly became my mom and I hugged her so tightly and I said this:
I want to thank you, Mom, for accepting me as I am. I know it's hard for you that I'm gay. I know it makes you uncomfortable but you're making an effort and I appreciate it so much.
And then I woke up.
In the second dream, my cousin Alvin and I were in this seedy, dirty looking warehouse. It was full of people. I noticed that some of them were making bets. I also noticed that they were all Filipino. And then, I thought to myself, Did you forget? You're in the Philippines. At first, I thought we were gonna see some cockfights which, considering who I was, would make sense because of the way the subconscious mind works but it turns out we were watching a balut eating contest. For those of you who don't know what balut is, it's a hard-boiled duck egg with a nearly developed duck embryo inside of it. It sounds absolutely disgusting and it looks exactly the way it sounds but it's delicious and is a delicacy. All the people there were taking the contest very seriously. The rules were very strict and very specific and kinda ridiculous. You started at one end of the warehouse and when an announcer said, GO, you grabbed your egg, which was abnormally huge (about the size of a football), and carry it across the warehouse. Once you reached a designating egg opening station, the announcer gave the order for you to begin cracking open your egg. Once the egg was peeled, you cut it open and out of the cooked yolk, a duckling would pop out and you had to get it to swim across a small pool of water into its mother's arms wings. That last nit is very strange because, like I said before, balut is a hard-boiled egg so, that a live baby duck is at the center of it is VERY impossible. Anyway. As we were watching everyone prepare for the contest, I thought to myself, Why are the rules so strict? And, as if he was reading my mind, Alvin turned and told me that there was one guy who is a notorious cheater and they set up specific rules to prevent any cheating from happening. Alvin pointed the guy out and as the contest began, I paid close attention to him and, sure enough, he was cheating. I could see that he was beginning to crack his egg open before he made it across the warehouse and was given the go ahead. No one else seemed to notice, though. He was in the lead but as he plopped his duckling into the water and urged it towards its mother, it wouldn't budge. And when it did begin to wade in the water, it was going in every direction but toward its mother. by the time it finally did reach her, the contest was over and the man lost. That's what you get for cheating, I thought to myself.
And then I woke up.
The first dream took place at work. I was working the cash register on a Sunday morning. It was very early. It had to have been just as the store opened. I was stacking and restacking six packages of staplers as I waited to ring up the next customer. She was carrying on a conversation with another lady and usually it annoys me when people do that, hold up the line to do other things, but since it was early and there was no one behind her, I didn't really mind. I was busy thinking and rethinking stacking configurations for the staplers. When I looked up, I realized that, standing right in front of me, the woman I was waiting to ring up was none other than Lucinda Walsh in a smart, stylish red power suit with a fur stole, sunglasses in hand, waving them around in a condescending gesticulation. I turned to my left to see who she was talking to. It was Lily Snyder. I began to pay more attention to their conversation and realized it was not a conversation but a scolding. I turned to my right and there was Holden Snyder and Molly Conlon, arms around each other watching the two ladies just like I had been. It turns out that Lucinda was telling Lily how stupid she was for letting Holden go and how she could stand by and do nothing while he and Molly grew closer and closer together. Lily tried to plead her case, saying that she tried everything she could to win him back but it just wasn't happening, that he was really in love with Molly. But Lucinda told her that was ridiculous and that she and Holden were soul mates and that she was being weak and, te again, she was a disappointment and a failure. Lily, trying very hard to keep calm, marched for the exit. She was very hurt by what her mother had said and just before she made it to the door, she started to cry. I left my cash register and walked toward her. I opened my arms to give her a hug and as I began to wrap them around her, she suddenly became my mom and I hugged her so tightly and I said this:
I want to thank you, Mom, for accepting me as I am. I know it's hard for you that I'm gay. I know it makes you uncomfortable but you're making an effort and I appreciate it so much.
And then I woke up.
In the second dream, my cousin Alvin and I were in this seedy, dirty looking warehouse. It was full of people. I noticed that some of them were making bets. I also noticed that they were all Filipino. And then, I thought to myself, Did you forget? You're in the Philippines. At first, I thought we were gonna see some cockfights which, considering who I was, would make sense because of the way the subconscious mind works but it turns out we were watching a balut eating contest. For those of you who don't know what balut is, it's a hard-boiled duck egg with a nearly developed duck embryo inside of it. It sounds absolutely disgusting and it looks exactly the way it sounds but it's delicious and is a delicacy. All the people there were taking the contest very seriously. The rules were very strict and very specific and kinda ridiculous. You started at one end of the warehouse and when an announcer said, GO, you grabbed your egg, which was abnormally huge (about the size of a football), and carry it across the warehouse. Once you reached a designating egg opening station, the announcer gave the order for you to begin cracking open your egg. Once the egg was peeled, you cut it open and out of the cooked yolk, a duckling would pop out and you had to get it to swim across a small pool of water into its mother's arms wings. That last nit is very strange because, like I said before, balut is a hard-boiled egg so, that a live baby duck is at the center of it is VERY impossible. Anyway. As we were watching everyone prepare for the contest, I thought to myself, Why are the rules so strict? And, as if he was reading my mind, Alvin turned and told me that there was one guy who is a notorious cheater and they set up specific rules to prevent any cheating from happening. Alvin pointed the guy out and as the contest began, I paid close attention to him and, sure enough, he was cheating. I could see that he was beginning to crack his egg open before he made it across the warehouse and was given the go ahead. No one else seemed to notice, though. He was in the lead but as he plopped his duckling into the water and urged it towards its mother, it wouldn't budge. And when it did begin to wade in the water, it was going in every direction but toward its mother. by the time it finally did reach her, the contest was over and the man lost. That's what you get for cheating, I thought to myself.
And then I woke up.