lounging around a pool with a wooden fence around it, I overheard a mother berate her 20 something daughter about how she’d lived in affluence all her life and that she should be happy with the chocolate balls and eat them before they melted….. I sighed a moral sigh and flounced in my lounge chair…. adjusted my glasses and realigned my body towards the sun…..

watched a patch of the blue sky turn quivery and melty, like liquid mercury…. same patch turns—fades to pink… like melted red hots…. so this ‘change’ spread across the whole sky, accentuating the dome of the atmosphere…. candy coating, hardening so fast that cracks began to appear……the entire sky turned sugary pink…. and people started running everywhere….

I got up and started searching for water….. felt like i was the only calm one anyway….. where was the water…. everyone was searching, passing in and out… frantically moving through doorways and tracing faces…. looking……. twisting water faucets on and off like idiots….. licking water fountains but no more water would flow……. I just pushed past these people and found aqauriams, and fish bowls…. places where water was already….. i picked up a small bowl with water that had been sitting there, the bowl had served another purpose (now irrelevant) before the sky had turned…… picked up the bowl and started drinking…. the water tasted like the kind that sits in a cup by your bedside as a child…. the kind from the night before…..the kind  that makes you ask your mother for ‘fresh water’….fibers rest along meniscus and are filtered by your teeth….. but it’s still water and it’s better than nothing……..

a round teenage girl who was manning the apparatus before the sky turned says,

“I wouldn’t drink that”,

and I say, “This is all that’s left”……

The rest of my dreams involved putting out fires of unhappy parents at work….. Parents who’d shown up to complain about how i was an incompetant nurse that had taken care of their child poorly….. think that one stems from  a very sick baby i took care of on Friday……. one that just couldn’t catch a break…. it never helps when the parents cry at what you have to “do” to their baby to “find out what’s wrong”…….

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