About 20 years ago I had a friend. We were very close. When I look back on those days, I seem to only remember everything good, fun, warm, sunshine, rainbows and unicorns. Of course, I may have been way off course. I was young and therefore unfamiliar with the perils of life just yet. And also of course, it came to an abrupt end. I can’t for the life of me pin point any one incident that brought this camaraderie to a screeching halt, but halt it did. And then we went our own separate ways and travelled different roads all this time, so that we never met again. Out of sight and out of mind.
Recently, I had been having dreams about this friend. Totally unbidden,
random, arbitrary. The dream was that I bumped into this former old friend of
mine, and we just picked up where we left off, and I remember thinking how
fragile our hearts are as we allow the tiniest trifle (tiny for me as I’d
forgotten what it even was) to get in the way of what could’ve been decades of
friendship.
The first 2 dreams I dismissed as unnecessary interference. After the
third dream though, I convinced myself that there must be some sort of meaning to, or message in, this persistent reverie I keep returning to in my sleep. So I
contacted a mutual friend and got this old former friend’s number.
After a tremendous amount of effort to suppress my ego and pride with
the aid of copious amounts of alcohol, I finally messaged him. I said I remembered the good times
we had together once and I was just wondering how he was doing now.
No reply. It’s been a week.
Now I feel like a fool.
But then, I don’t dream about him anymore so maybe it was necessary that
I messaged him regardless of the consequences. And if in 20 years’ time I dream
about him again, I will know what to do.
NOTHING.
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