Dreaming of the Dead

[shanmonster]

Last night's dream has put me in a thoughtful frame of mind. I rarely dream of the dead, and when I do, it's usually about long-dead animal friends, not human ones. But dreaming of Tammy triggers some long-forgotten memories, like the way her black hair contrasted with her ghost-white, freckled skin, the way she loved soap opera actors cum terrible, terrible ballad singers, the way she'd beg me to stay with her in the school sick room every time she was having her period, and her increasing insanity as she drew closer to death. This is the first time I've dreamed of her.

Usually, I dream about my old collie dog, Buoy. He always talks to me in my dreams, and whenever I criticize anything he has to say, he answers simply, "Well, what do you expect? I'm a dog."

I can't argue with that.

Dreaming of the dead awakes my dormant sentimental side. Although Tammy was my friend, we didn't exactly have good times together. The slice of life I spent with her was not a good one. I dealt with lots of tough, after-school-special issues like bullying, child molestation, and various flavours of religious fundamentalism. But somehow, I miss her. I have my doubts that she would have become more than a welfare mom had she lived, but who knows? Maybe she would have become the country/western star she dreamed of becoming.

It's a weird thought.

Comments

[fourcorners.livejournal.com]

I've dreamt of being in the land of the dead. It was most unsettling. My sister had dreams of a dead friend who would stalk her. Thing is, she was dead in the dreams too. My whole family has had dreams of one of our dead kitties.

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[shanmonster.livejournal.com]

Oooo. Spooky!