Dream: Kelly's Party

Do you ever have a dream where you wonder what your mind is even trying to say? I just had one of those. In the dream, I finally caved into my parents demands and went back to Hawaii despite the fact that there’s not a whole lot left for me there. While I was there, an invite came in the mail. “Please show up for Kelly’s birthday. It would mean a lot for all of us. Since she hasn’t been quite the same since, you know, the accident. L”

I threw the invite in the garbage but my mother fished it out and wondered what was wrong with me.

            “Me? I’m not the one using an accident to get free presents. Who the hell puts a frowny face on an invite? This isn’t the internet.”

Well, they forced me to go anyway, along with them. The excuse “I’m on vacation, I shouldn’t have to deal with people!” didn’t work either (though that one never works, so no surprise there). My parents were quite frustrated with me. I wanted nothing more than to go home because I doubt anyone from high school would remember me, much less care. Also, we had to be in Sunday Attire. Which I wouldn’t complain about if it was my normal Sunday Attire but they always mean shirt, tie and pants. I hate pants! Never liked them. And the tie? I swear it’s like they’re just tempting me to strangle myself. “Go fir it, you pussy. We dare you.” I imagine them whispering to me.

We were seated at a table, like at a fancy restaurant (by “fancy” I mean anything with a waiter). There was no food served, which only made this entire party pointless. People only pretend to care about you because of the food. At least it didn’t take long before Kelly showed up to the party. She was wheeled in by a caretaker. She sat in a chair, smiling at everyone she passed as they complimented how well and vibrant she looked. You know me, I’m not one for fake bullshit, so as she approached our table I went into “Conversation Mode” which only meant that I was soon going to find myself in trouble with my parents because of something I’m going to say.

“Hey Kelly. Remember me? I’m an old classmate from Kahuku. We last saw each other…at least 12 years ago. Could be longer. I don’t think we had class together senior year. Then again, did we ever have class together?”

Her caretaker, hands clasp together as though she were in prayer, spoke up in her place.

            “I’m sorry. I’m afraid Kelly won’t remember you. Ever since…the accident…, she’s been almost brain dead. She’s pretty much half a stage above catatonic.”

My parents gasped. Awful news. And I handled that awful news in the most respectable way possible.

            “See, I told you she wouldn’t remember me. Ok, let’s go home.”

There was more to the dream. Like being punished into a forced manual labor camp, oops sorry I mean “service project” for their church. All because I was being me. Fel is too volatile to be left outside for too long. This is why I stay inside. But that Kelly plot was the main focus of the dream. Not sure what the point of the dream was. I think my mind is telling me to avoid peer pressure and stay inside more because going outside can only get me into trouble. Let me know what you guys think.