10.23

I've been wondering if there's a casual way to bring up a dream to someone. Not the whole dream, complete with non-sequiturs and dead-end idiocies, but just the most beautiful moment in it, the bit that really ripped me up, you know? I've been wondering how to tell you that you betrayed me last night, tried to kill me, stole my ribs and ran. I was able to round on you, though, and I towered above you in that moment, so angry. It was an anger that only a dream could contain. My body shook with it, and my fist came down on your face again and again, but every reverberation through my arm was less sweet than I wanted, and the revenge was disquieting, and the revelry of the people watching was fallow. I woke up with a sour taste in my mouth and dry on my tongue. Every thought this morning has turned to ash. I was just wondering, then, if I told you, would it somehow be okay again?