A New Wife
I was going to write about the dream that lead up to this dream. One about a video game like adventure to avenge a college professor’s father’s death from an alien race. I piloted spacecraft with mysterious orbs, shot at alien marines, “respawned” after I died. But it was the short dream right after all that that made me wake up crying.
It was Jessica, lying on a wooden board that rolls back and forth, I’m staring down at her face. Her eyes are closed. She’s younger, maybe five or six years younger. She has a beautiful smile on her face, it’s as if she is sun bathing with a warm orange glow on her freckled cheeks. Her fine brown hair hangs across the board and falls downward.
I realize at this point that she has no idea who I am. We’re meeting again for the first time when she opens her eyes and says hello. At this point, everything we’ve had together, everything we’ve done together only exists in my mind. I look down past her face, past the rolling board she’s laying on and see that what it rolls in to. It is a huge furnace. It is a crematorium. She’s clearly still alive and happy. But “we” are dead.
I started crying and woke up crying. I went to my phone and saw a text message. It’s a grocery list from my wife. She’s fine and wants steak for dinner. That makes me feel better.
