Last night I had one of those weird dreams, where everything is grandiose, and at the same time feels so real.
We started out apart, as we usually do, but throughout the dream we drifted in and out of each other’s presence.
You were stationed much more northern than I was, and I transferred to go and see you. I think we were working on some construction.
Then we were back at the pizza place where we built so many memories. I shyly asked if you wanted to be my dough partner, like in the old days. We were both covered in flour, racing to be the best in our red polo shirts.
After that, we were performing in a play. It was a musical, and we were doing a song a dance as a duet, but neither of us new the lines, so we took turns making it up. The audience didn’t much appreciate it, but we loved the excuse to be so close to each other.
At the end of the play I was to race up a sky scraper. I used grappling hooks, and climbed to the top. It was interesting because you could see the inside of the building. I was actually climbing up through an exposed elevator shaft on the outside.
Then something went terribly wrong. I fell. I grabbed onto a ledge and was hanging there, slipping away. I screamed, and screamed, and screamed for you. I emptied my lungs of all feelings. I could see you, and you said that sometimes you have to break the rules, to make things right. With that, you ripped off your civilian clothes to reveal a superhero’s outfit underneath. You sprang to my rescue, although you didn’t get it right the first time. It’s blurry, but I know you hurt yourself trying to save me.
You finally got to me.
You grabbed my hand.
You pulled me up.
You held me close.
“Let’s never be apart again.” You said.
I entwined my arms around you and let it out. I wept freely, releasing all the years we had missed. Remembering all of our dreamland adventures, and the love we have always almost had.
You saved me.
Then I woke up.