Dream Journal
B was at home with a bad back and the apartment roof collapsed. The landlords were in the process of fixing the broken roof when I couldn’t find B. I looked in the bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, and living room, everywhere. I was very concerned that he didn’t tell me he was gone.
A little boy stayed at my apartment that afternoon. He was 6 years old and named Riley. While playing with him, I noticed there was a message on the answering machine. I played it and heard a message from the union hall about a union meeting that afternoon. I wondered why B didn’t tell me.
My mother and father came in the door all dressed up as though for church. I was in tears and very upset. I asked them where they went for so long, and they told me that they went to the meeting. They both looked and acted distracted. I asked why they didn’t take me—I would have enjoyed it. I asked where B was, and they said he was coming soon.
B walked in the door with Danny Stroud, and I was angry. I asked him where he was, why he didn’t take me, and didn’t he think that I might have liked to go with them? He tried to convince me that I didn’t want to go, but I really did. I felt abandoned. I knew he didn’t want me with him, and that no one understood why I was hurt.
I put on some music for the little boy to go to bed, and the song that played had his name in it. It was the one tape that he would fall asleep to. I pulled his friend, named Thomas, up onto the bed as well, and told him that I needed to find a song with his name in it.
Themes: B, Left Behind