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A Papaw Dream
Mar. 9th, 2014 08:03 amThis dream just ended a few minutes ago and I rushed to get to the computer before I forgot the big parts of this, so the writing might be a bit hurried.
I was sitting in my car next to another car. A friend named Tracey was next to me at my window and she and I were laughing about a bachelorette or charity thing where our common friend Jackie was there, playing the drums on stage. The party included several male dancers performing on stage while Jackie was playing the drums. Tracey and I were laughing because the main dancer, a hung and particularly muscled guy sneaked up behind Jackie on stage. Jackie had turned around and saw him, only to freak out. I am guessing she was a fan. Tracey and I were being obnoxiously loud, which resulted in a shush from the car next to mine. The shush was from my paternal grandfather Ted, who we kids referred to as "Papaw." He was watching something, a fireworks show or something and we were disturbing him.
Tracey and I kept receiving the shush from him. I pulled out my clipboard and started writing messages on it to Tracey in an effort to be quiet. Tracey had asked who the man in the other car was, I wrote that it was my grandfather with an arrow pointed to him. She said, "really?" and I wrote down "really!" This prompted another round of laughing.
Papaw had had enough. This short, slender man in a suit got out of his car, opened the passenger car door, and dragged me out. I tore the paper from the clipboard and quickly threw it in my mouth to eat. I'm not sure why, there was nothing incriminating or bad on it, but I didn't want him to see it.
He wanted to know why we were being so loud. I fibbed and told him that we were just being silly and that it was courtship. I told him that if he ever wanted great-grandchildren that this sort of thing needed to happen. It was stupid, I know, because I never had any interest in Tracey this way obviously and I'm feeling strangely guilty now for lying to Papaw, even though it was in a dream.
Papaw told me that he had learned when a certain tree was going to lose their leaves or blooms and not grow back until the next year. This part I admit I don't recall very well.
We walked back to our cars. I walked up to his car while he sat in the driver's seat. I leaned in and gave him a hug, my head at his chest and I could hear his heartbeat.
"I love you, Papaw," I said.
As I walked back to my car, I started crying.
"I'm sorry, Papaw, I held on to you as long as I could," I said to myself. I think I knew at this point it was a dream, because he was supposed to be dead. Papaw had passed away back in 1984 when I was eleven, long before I was old enough to drive or court or anything.
And I woke up.
I was sitting in my car next to another car. A friend named Tracey was next to me at my window and she and I were laughing about a bachelorette or charity thing where our common friend Jackie was there, playing the drums on stage. The party included several male dancers performing on stage while Jackie was playing the drums. Tracey and I were laughing because the main dancer, a hung and particularly muscled guy sneaked up behind Jackie on stage. Jackie had turned around and saw him, only to freak out. I am guessing she was a fan. Tracey and I were being obnoxiously loud, which resulted in a shush from the car next to mine. The shush was from my paternal grandfather Ted, who we kids referred to as "Papaw." He was watching something, a fireworks show or something and we were disturbing him.
Tracey and I kept receiving the shush from him. I pulled out my clipboard and started writing messages on it to Tracey in an effort to be quiet. Tracey had asked who the man in the other car was, I wrote that it was my grandfather with an arrow pointed to him. She said, "really?" and I wrote down "really!" This prompted another round of laughing.
Papaw had had enough. This short, slender man in a suit got out of his car, opened the passenger car door, and dragged me out. I tore the paper from the clipboard and quickly threw it in my mouth to eat. I'm not sure why, there was nothing incriminating or bad on it, but I didn't want him to see it.
He wanted to know why we were being so loud. I fibbed and told him that we were just being silly and that it was courtship. I told him that if he ever wanted great-grandchildren that this sort of thing needed to happen. It was stupid, I know, because I never had any interest in Tracey this way obviously and I'm feeling strangely guilty now for lying to Papaw, even though it was in a dream.
Papaw told me that he had learned when a certain tree was going to lose their leaves or blooms and not grow back until the next year. This part I admit I don't recall very well.
We walked back to our cars. I walked up to his car while he sat in the driver's seat. I leaned in and gave him a hug, my head at his chest and I could hear his heartbeat.
"I love you, Papaw," I said.
As I walked back to my car, I started crying.
"I'm sorry, Papaw, I held on to you as long as I could," I said to myself. I think I knew at this point it was a dream, because he was supposed to be dead. Papaw had passed away back in 1984 when I was eleven, long before I was old enough to drive or court or anything.
And I woke up.
