Dreamless days

The problem with waking up at 2 in the afternoon, the sun already at it’s peak, is that there is so much inherent regret, almost guilt, associated with this hour. It’s as if every hour after 11 is weighed down with increasingly more guilt. The longer you sleep into the day, the harder it is for your sluggish body to revive itself from the bear-like slumber you just experienced. I hate regret. Especially when I had some incredible dreams. Dreams that lasted hours and days it seemed. Dreams that redefined my dream self. Truly, it was impressive how long and detailed and structured these dreams were.

But if my mother called me today, checking in from Oregon, would she be impressed at my ability to dream myself all the way to 2 in the afternoon? It’s hard to imagine that. That’s the hard part, knowing that you should feel guilt, that you should FEEL a little morose even, at the fact that you almost slept the day away because you know that others outside of your body expect you to feel those feelings.

I refuse. This is my day off damnit, and if my dreams want to be dreamed until 2 in the afternoon, then so be it. Because they were damn good, and they were funny too. More precisely, I was funny in them. The ladies loved me. I was at a wedding, an interracial wedding, where they actually had to have separate wedding ceremonies - one for each side of the family - and the first one, the white side, was behind close curtains. At first you think, as I did in my nicely suited dream self, that this is due to the color of their skin (although I was white my allegiance in this wedding was to the bride, whom was black). But you would be wrong, as I was, because you would find out (if you slept till 2 to see the end of this dream, as I did) that NAY it wasn’t the color of their skin, and yes MLK’s dream was coming true at this exact moment, but in fact it was because they had to wear secret family headcoverings to the wedding. The headcoverings were like the family shield, and both families had one, and after the marriage the two headcoverings were joined to make one beautiful headcovering. And why behind closed curtains? Because society was ready for the headcoverings.

I toasted to that in my dream, cheers.

And now, off to make the most of my dreamless day…

~ by kevinthomas on June 8, 2007.