[title cont: ... is reality.] He and I, we owned a daycare. A traveling daycare. We traveled in a vintage 1970s van, for we were gypsies. We all went to the circus that day, he, I, and the children. There was a film being played in the portable freak show.
I noticed he had a new piercing. Surface on his forearm. But it didn't stay for long. I then knew I was dreaming. Dream logic.
Nonetheless, we were gypsies, and we didn't pay. We were sly and never got caught.
However, during the previews for the film there was an interruption. The woman's tenor voice announced that she wouldn't say any names, to save the culprit from humiliation, but whoever did not pay should remove themselves from the theater immediately. I nervously rose from my seat but he pulled me down and told me not to worry, they might forget about it. Of course, they did not.
The following announcement was a little more impatient. A woman, who I assume was the tenor lady from the intercom, came and took my hand and announced that the humiliation was to begin. This could have all been avoided.
Then I woke up.
Why did he keep me from being honest?
Created: Mar 05, 2010Image Media