Had a dream. It was so good. Want it so much. Decided to write it down, to see if it made me feel any better. Anyway... Here it is:
I don't know what the event is, but I'm surrounded by friends and coworkers. My friend Stephanie came over to me, very excited. She is one of the only people who know... Well, everything. And she was very excited indeed, practically jumping up and down.
The rest of my friends all go to one side of the room and Stephanie stays with me. "Trust me. Close your eyes."
I close them, feeling like an idiot. Her hands go under my glasses, further blocking the view. I push them up onto my head, muttering things at her like, "This is so stupid. What did you do? What did you do?"
It goes silent. Stephanie whispers, "Walk. I'll tell you when to stop."
My hands go out in front of me, in the "protective stance" position from work. When Stephanie asks, I just remind her that I've been institutionalized. We walk slowly forward until she says, "Stop."
I do and almost drop my arms. The air feels thick, and I hear my friends murmuring and giggling. Something warm touches my wrist and I gasp, backing up into Stephanie's solid body. She whispers, "It's okay. Trust me."
Something warm touches my other wrist and I recognize it as a hand. Both hands wrap around mine and lightly squeeze my fingers. I lean my head back and whisper, "What the fuck is going on?"
She kisses my temple and says, "Count to three."
I count out loud and her hands come away on three. I blink, letting my eyes adjust a bit to the light, and simultaneously gasp and try to yank my hands back to cover my mouth. I stare into the bright blue eyes, see the smile on the face, and almost knock Stephanie over.
"Hey."
"You... You're... God..."
"No, not God."
He tugs on my arms gently and I stumble closer. "Do you remember what you said to me at the hospital?"
"How... I don't understand..."
