Another One of Those Dreams

I keep having this dream where

everything seems familiar to me,

you know, where the time and

place count for nothing. And there

is this guy I’m supposed to know

who keeps calling me by name,

but never the right one. Robert,

he says. No, that can’t be right,

I reply. Well, Fred, he says instead.

Nope, not me, I plead with him.

I shall not respond to you until

you get it right. Give it one last

try. Look, he says, I’ve known you

for years, have been with you in

dozens of these dreams before.

I surly ought to know who in hell

you are. We’ve been through this

exercise over and over, time and

time again, and this is beginning

to piss me off royaly, I snapped

back sharply at him. So, he gives

me this puzzled look; he turns

and walks away. Get your fat ass

back here, you, you, you...And,

abruptly I woke up in a cold sweat

thinking I was still in Kansas City,

but I wasn’t. Confused? Yes, I’m

talking to you...I am too.

Chris Hanch 6-23-18