Last night I dreamed you were
an astronaut, and I
was responsible for hooking you up to
your lifeline. I couldn’t get it quite right.
A plastic barb was stuck in my cheek, but I
had no hands left to pull it out. You were floating
away into the blue, brilliant sky. No lifeline, and
I scrambled, pleading,
begging for the scientists all around to help me.
But for the one who
pulled the barb from my cheek, they
didn’t even look my way. He
held it out for me; I had
no hands left to take it. So
he dropped it at my feet. I
grabbed for it, letting go of your lifeline, and
you flew away.
(I 100% had this dream. Not a word of embellishment.)