I am driving on a highway going North East at night to
Yosemite. I passed a city in which Emily
and Jessica lived in. They invited me
for a dinner party to celebrate me, on Saturday night. At the dinner she suggested we have a Monday
breakfast party to continue partying. I
didn’t respond and I had to think it over, after the dinner party while sitting
in my car. I had then wished it was
Sunday morning so that I can just connect both events. Being that it is on Monday is another 48 hours away, I had
a lot of time on my hands. I thought about going to Costco on Sunday to shop
for camp food. Then there was the issue
of where I would stay until then.
I thought of a good male friend that I am no longer in
touch with whom I recalled was always surrounded by female admirers. I felt visiting his place was not the most
convenient. But I decided to ring him up
anyways. I had not seen him for four or
five years at least and when I saw him, he looked great, the same,
un-aged. It was as if we have been in each
other’s lives everyday, that there was no gap at all between us. Turns out staying in his place was not a problem, what
a relief on my end.
We walked to a nearby Caltran station. On the way to the station, someone’s little
dog ran out and wanted to play with me. This dog wanted to play catch. It was a little brown terrier kind of
breed. I kept on walking and didn’t stop
to acknowledge this dog. It then jumped
and bit me all over on my back and legs too.
I was in so much pain and was bleeding all over. The dog’s guardian, a Caucasian grandma
figure showed up to get a hold of her dog.
I kept on walking to the Caltran station and did not see a service
person around for me to ask about where the Caltran stop for Yosemite is. We got onto a train and asked a man this
question and the first man did not respond.
Another man said, “No it goes to the town just outside.” I said we have to get off at the next stop
and hop on a train to go back. I thought
about how much pain I was in and really wanted to complain to that grandma about her dog.
Next scene, it is now Sunday afternoon and we are back in
his apartment. I was in so much pain and
still very bloody from the attack, that I had to lay on my belly.
I told him I had to reply to Emily and he called her for me and then
handed me the phone. Emily was already
baking for tomorrow’s breakfast party. I
told her I couldn’t make it. She said
she will still hold the party regardless of my absence.
I hung up and in deep pain and fatigue I found myself limp, heavy and
coma like. I felt him standing next to my
injuries being very careful to not add anymore pain on top of all the pain I
was in. I felt a kind of sadness, the kind of
parting, from him, I then drifting into sleep.
It was Monday morning, I opened my eyes to a dusty old
empty abandoned room, apartment, a complete different scene than yesterday. As I walked around the apartment recalling
where everything was, the sun, and music I used to listen here, I then remembered
he died in a car accident four or five years ago. But he was here this weekend. It was all here. I then connected to why the two men on the
Caltran didn’t see him and how he didn’t speak at all and why he was so sad
when he left. I recalled that he
called Emily for me and I picked up the phone and the phone had dial tone. I called Emily who was in the midst of her
breakfast party and said she did confirm that she did speak with me yesterday and that her phone ID
did show this phone number that I am calling from. This phone number had been disconnected since
the day he died, years ago.
