On the Ground

I knew this would happen. I finally had a dream last night, but it was weird. Story of my life. Some dreams I have are so weird that I don't even tell people. People shouldn't judge you by your dreams, but everyone judges everything. Whatever. This is my blog. I'll write what I want.

My alarm went off at 7 a.m. and I wasn't (as usual) ready to start my day. I fell asleep again, not making another move until 8:55. Good thing I rolled over a

nd ignored the clock because it was in this hour and 55 minutes that I got what I needed.

Like always, my memory is hazy. I was sitting outside with a friend where we found comfort from the side of a brick building where we le

aned against it for stability. We were at, what seemed like, a drive-in movie theatre. There weren't really any cars, though, but instead, people walking around in front of us. The constant, busy flow of destination-oriented people was almost overwhelming. With the amount of people, it's safe to say that it would have been impossible for them not to notice what was going on right next to me.

As my friend and I leaned against the coarse brick, I turned my head to the right and there was my cousin. She wasn't leaning against the same wall. She was lying on the concrete ground, in the most vulnerable state for a human. She was completely naked. No question about it. Most of the people walking past didn't e

ven notice this. What was going on?

As the reel of film continued to roll, my concentration was broken by every group of people buzzing past. For some reason, (although I knew what was happening) the state of my cousin didn't faze me. Sure I cared, but I wasn't embarrassed or surprised. More than anything, I felt a duty within myself that I needed to protect her. It was like I knew I couldn't control her lack of clothing, but I could control the people walking by who would take second glances.

My friend who sat next to me through all of this, is a story in itself. I can't name who that one friend was because every time I looked over, they were a new person. They changed from one face to another, but only the faces of a few people who I really care about and love. Perhaps they are the only ones who feel the same in return.

Most of you reading this may think I'm just weird for coming up with this. Really, though, I see a lot of meaning behind a dream most people would just shrug and turn away from. My cousin, who goes under the knife this week, was completely herself in my dream. It was like, as I see it, she has nothing to hide. We all know what's happening, this cancer is life-changing and she is back to where she started- with nothing. No clothing, no wall for support; just herself. No one, including my cousin, is in control of this. What happens, happens and we will take it from there.