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Thank God, It Was Only A Dream
I wake up in the middle of the night to find my dad with another woman.
That woman turns out to be my sister's ex girlfriend Tiffany.
In my dream, Tiffany is Jessica from the spa, the one who has my job now.
They are both indignant when I catch them and start acting crazy.
Everyone is nonplussed and even irritated when I start acting outraged.
I am forced to go and check my spot, disillusioned.
When I find my spot untouched, I realized that it's been rained on.
My spot is around the corner from my house, and on the street.
I have piled old furniture into a fort-like structure with no roof,
it is U-shaped and the furniture has old Nintendo systems,
laptops, video games, and electronics, and I wonder why
everyone let me keep this stuff here on the street, and
then I wonder how I'm going to get it all back home.
I've forgotten about home. When I return my dad is talking about leaving,
but there is no sign of my mom or Tiffany. There are signs of a struggle,
a fight broke out, and there is stuff everywhere, and the random people
who are living in my house are not surprised that I am going crazy.
I don't know why these people are in my house, and I don't know why
they didn't stop the fight. My dad really wants to leave, be gone, and not deal with this.
I finally start to make my way upstairs, and I do so trepidatiously. Slowly.
I don't call out for my mom because, strangely, I think she may be sleeping,
and I might know that she's already dead.
When I turn into her bedroom in the dream, which is my old bedroom in real life,
I see a broken bed and a woman lying inside the broken box spring who appears
to be sleeping, so I shake her and yell, "MOM!" I get no response, but as I keep on shaking,
I realize it is Tiffany. Her face has morphed to look a little like my mom's face, but
it returns to its natural shape before she begins to wake up, looking smug, and says,
"heh, heh." I look over and see the freckles that undoubtedly identify my real mother's
ankles. I discover she is bent in half under the box spring. Before I realize I'm dreaming,
I say aloud, before I wake up, "Oh, no. She's dead. She's dead. My nightmare. Mom."
© 2014 Nicholas Emeigh
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Featured by the Poetry Foundation in their group "Record-A-Poem." Also part of the Playlist "The Poetry of Nicholas Emeigh" which includes 40+ other poems.
Notes: This poem was written on Monday, March 3, 2014, and came about as the result of a dream. My mom passed away in 2008, but I still have dreams of her dying, and am given vivid scenes of her dying in different ways in my dreams.
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