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Dreams 2022

Dream 60
(2/24/2022)


I am in
an institutional
ward
of some sort

a dozen
or so
men and women
lounge about
in bathrobes
and slippers

they are
talking

mainly
complaining
over each other’s
whines

a cacophony
of negative
chatter

I want
to speak up
in order
to get them all
on a more
constructive
track

but who
am I
to take
charge?

then
I look down
to see
no robe

no slippers

but a white
smock
over dark
trousers

shiny shoes

a clipboard
in one hand

I hold up
my other
hand
for silence

and am
shocked
to see
that it
works

now
they are waiting
for me
to speak

I have
no idea
what to say
to these
people

~

I enter
what could be
a large
living room

our a smallish
conference
space

toward one
wood-paneled wall
is a long
table

or rather
many square
tables
pushed together
to increase
their length

there are
silent sitters
crowded around
three sides

with no
chairs
on the forth
that faces
the majority
of the otherwise
empty interior

they all
watch me
pull a chair
from a wall
and attempt
to squeeze closely
near a corner
next
to a large man
there

as I try
to avoid
the apparently
sacred
vacant option

I feel
as if
I have interrupted
an AA meeting

before
I can apologize
a woman says

“why don’t
we spread out
some?”

I assume
that she
is speaking
only
to me

but
many others
begin laughing

then
move their chairs
about
to join me
in shifting

as everyone
starts
speaking
at once

I have
no idea
what to say
to these
people