Dedicated All To Yous
I’d really like to see you again but only if by chance. Like in the chance of my remembering a dream.
Last night I dreamt I was initiating a complex rescue effort for a young bound woman in the hold of some sort of water vessel. She had been sitting in a shallow puddle without food for a few days. Her skin was a grayish white and had the texture of goose flesh (or vegetarian duck’s underbelly). Her hair and dress had the same color and texture. Robin Williams, the antagonist, lingered in my peripheral vision for the duration of the dream, his lurking presence and awkward stare the only active indication of him being an evildoer… the rest I just knew, as if in the altered reality of my dream Robin Williams was also typecast as a brilliant but creepy quiet man. A few of the crew and myself were just about to put our plan into motion when I woke up.