Losing Angels - 2

Me: What just happened? I mean what happened through the last six months.

Myself: You were sleeping. You needed rest.

Me: A six-month long nap?

Myself: Do you realize everything you did during the last six months? Those difficult life-changing conversations with family, the reading and writing for thesis, admissions, getting through a public ivy – I mean, you are a superman, you know that?

Me: Bleh, and I have been tired, but why must I have been so drained?

Myself: Perhaps a longer than needed sleep? And don’t bleh me, you find it so difficult to accept any sort of compliments!

Me:  Getting back to the point, amm, all of that happened in six months? How am I alive?

Myself: Tells you something about yourself, maybe?

Me: Why am I drained of all energy though – what happened in the last hour/month?

Myself: It was a dream; you screamed, you laughed, you smiled, you cried, you sighed – all in your dream.

Me: That’s weird

Myself: Isn’t this conversation too, in a way?

Me: Oh well, you know why we’re doing this, and nothing is weird, really.

Myself: Why do I have tears in my eyes though? I guess the dream didn’t end on a happy note?

Me: It’s more complicated perhaps? I mean, it’s a dream, to begin with, and dreams lack foundation – maybe your emotions needed a channel to flow; you needed to scream, laugh, cry, feel sorrow, bliss, happiness, and everything else – and it wasn’t possible to do that in reality.

Myself: That makes more sense.

Me: Oh, and you’ve been losing weight, in case you did’t notice. Congratulations are in order?

Myself: That I will gladly accept; I’ve worked on it, after all.

Me: So you did, for everything I credited you with.

Myself: Okayyyyyyyy…. You’re generous, and thanks!

Me: You know you’ve woken up, right? I mean, the dream has ended?

Myself: I have. Do I erase everything that was my dream?

Me: Why? In all the time you have to spend on yourself and on the things you would/should like to, do you think you’d like to spend your time on that?

Myself: Amm, maybe not. I’ve grown too, haven’t I?

Me: Of course. Jesus, go back to sleep now, it’s late. I mean, just a night’s sleep!

Myself: We’re ready, aren’t we?

Me: We always were!