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Myself When I Am Real

March 30, 2010

It’s fascinating how memory works. I thought I had remembered every dream from last night. Alas, another dream memory was triggered. I’m listening to Mingus on Piano, specifically the first track, Myself When I Am Real. As soon as it starts I perceive a vision of a handsome stranger playing my piano.
He’s playing this song, not missing a single beat and it sends shivers through me.

I watched as his hands scattered over the keys, his head swaying side to side, eyes closed. I know who he is. I’ve played piano with him before.

His eyes are green. His scent is distinct and delicious, like pastels, charcoal and chocolate.

I searched for sheet music in my room. I found Bach, U2, Elton John and a few of my own. I took them to him and he played what I liked. I made tea. I sat next to him and we played together. I was completely drawn to him.

I shifted into another dream sequence with an intense longing.

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2 Comments leave one →
  1. March 30, 2010 10:22 pm

    Oh Wendy — why have I not found you til now. I love the way you write. You just just take us right along with you into your dream. Nice!

    • barriesgirl permalink*
      March 31, 2010 4:01 pm

      Bobbie Ann,
      Thanks so much for the kind words.

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