I Have Friends Who Do Not Talk to Me Anymore
Last night I dreamed I was communicating with a friend from long, long ago who just stopped talking to me one day for no reason I could ever figure out.
We had been laughing and talking and on very friendly terms when he and his wife went for a short walk. Nothing appeared to be wrong. Ten minutes later, they came back and he started quickly and angrily packing his things and loading them in his car (they'd been overnight houseguests). He refused to speak to me. He looked very hurt and wounded.
I pleaded with him to tell me what was wrong. His wife said, "After what you did, of course he's not speaking to you." She refused to explain further. I had done absolutely [i]nothing.[/i] I was devastated. I begged and pleaded with him to speak to me and at least let me know what I had done or said. He got in the car with his wife, they drove away (3000 miles back to New York City).
He had been a good friend. He was a very talented poet. I cried and wept for days about it asking the other two people who had been present what I had done. They insisted that I had not done or said anything offensive or wrong. I honestly do not believe I did. We were laughing and joking when they went for their short walk and they left for their walk on good terms with the three of us saying they'd be back in a few minutes.
I never saw him or heard from him again.
Last night I dreamed that he was communicating with me from heaven and telling me he had died and wanted to let me know he was sorry and that it was all his wife's idea that he behave as he did.
Then I woke up. I got on the Internet. He is alive and well in NYC. He owns his own company. He has a grad degree in poetry from a prestigious university and has won many prizes and awards for his poetry. His wife is not the wife I remember. He has a bunch of children and grandchildren. His picture showed a man I easily recognized but he had aged well and now looks handsome instead of awkward as he did when young. His poetry was on his website and was even better and more brilliant than I remembered it.
I actually got angry at my dream. I hadn't thought of this guy in decades and the dream brought back a very painful memory.
We had been laughing and talking and on very friendly terms when he and his wife went for a short walk. Nothing appeared to be wrong. Ten minutes later, they came back and he started quickly and angrily packing his things and loading them in his car (they'd been overnight houseguests). He refused to speak to me. He looked very hurt and wounded.
I pleaded with him to tell me what was wrong. His wife said, "After what you did, of course he's not speaking to you." She refused to explain further. I had done absolutely [i]nothing.[/i] I was devastated. I begged and pleaded with him to speak to me and at least let me know what I had done or said. He got in the car with his wife, they drove away (3000 miles back to New York City).
He had been a good friend. He was a very talented poet. I cried and wept for days about it asking the other two people who had been present what I had done. They insisted that I had not done or said anything offensive or wrong. I honestly do not believe I did. We were laughing and joking when they went for their short walk and they left for their walk on good terms with the three of us saying they'd be back in a few minutes.
I never saw him or heard from him again.
Last night I dreamed that he was communicating with me from heaven and telling me he had died and wanted to let me know he was sorry and that it was all his wife's idea that he behave as he did.
Then I woke up. I got on the Internet. He is alive and well in NYC. He owns his own company. He has a grad degree in poetry from a prestigious university and has won many prizes and awards for his poetry. His wife is not the wife I remember. He has a bunch of children and grandchildren. His picture showed a man I easily recognized but he had aged well and now looks handsome instead of awkward as he did when young. His poetry was on his website and was even better and more brilliant than I remembered it.
I actually got angry at my dream. I hadn't thought of this guy in decades and the dream brought back a very painful memory.
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