I remember everything.

Last night I went to a bar in my dream. The color outside was hazel and rye. I felt summer slipping away and I gave into the autumn chill openly. I planted myself at the last chair against the bar. I turned when I felt my heart pulling like a magnet towards the scene. I saw you smiling and asking questions about the menu with your polite smile. I saw your blue button up shirt tucked in and suit coat pressed neatly. I saw your hair and beard thick like the air. You had roses in your cheeks and you glowed like embers. Your lips bloomed a violet color- eyes dark like the mountain I’ve been trying to climb for these past few years. My heart struck like a match and I let the scene gut me. Felt my insides rattle- all mysterious in all the right ways that made me question, is this fucking real? I turned back in my seat with haunting gaze, front facing the bartender. With shaking ribs I let out an echo that sounded like my voice saying, “that’s my dad over there.” With gentle eyes she smiled back and softly said, “oh hunny, we know that”. I woke up to the tug of mourning. My eyes wearily splitting open for the early rush, but I lay still. I greet it with peace for the first time in a long time. Dreaming isn’t always a nightmare, I guess.

I’m just glad that I remember everything. After every dream, I remember everything. AMT