Dreamed 1977/4/3 by Wayan
THE LAST THREE WEEKS
My girlfriend Kay tests pregnant. Plans to get an abortion, but just before the appointment she picks a huge fight with me and doesn't go.
In her next rage, she throws a ceramic teapot in my face and breaks my nose. I just push the cartilage back straight. It keeps going crooked over the next couple of weeks and I keep popping it back. After three weeks it seems to be healing almost straight.
Kay deals with breaking my nose by simply denying it! I'm just exaggerating. "I have a right to express my anger" she says.
Her right sure has funny timing: every time she has an appointment at the clinic, a big rage just happens to pre-empt it...
Camping in the city park, Kay tells me bitterly "I have a plan. I'm going to Berkeley, rent a room, and leave you. By 2-3 PM I'll be out of your life". I wish. But I doubt it.
Right to doubt it. She starts packing, shifts to quarreling, and we end up still here. Stuck in a Motel 5--worse than a Motel 6. Horrible allergies to something here.
Watch TV: see Bergman's "Scenes from a Marriage". It's unhappy, but... I'd rather be them than us.
Two Aussies--sharpshooting champs--invite me to dine.
But the Sharps quarrel over soup. Reflexively she pulls
pistol out. Thundercrash! Blood wells. He returns fire;
she falls dead. I'd admired
both. Now, death-spattered, I blurt "But don't you know
Outlawed now. A Posse forms. Corraled, he scares
Intermingle, interbreed. One beautiful doemare rears
Sharp mimics her foray up. Canted he can pass for buck
Wife-wound won't heal. Under black illness in the for-
Hands us the Death Apple. Maroon as pooling gore. Here
and made it back." But who could heal from this?
NOTES IN THE MORNING
This dream, like others at this dark time, warned me to quit being a stoic Tomato Fatalist and leave Kay, or I'd die. Mrs Sharp's opening shot is of course Kay breaking my nose. Would I start hitting back if I stayed?
I overruled the dream's warning because I'd been taught you never abandon a pregnant girlfriend--no matter what.
What happened? I stayed fifteen months more. Kay went on sabotaging the abortion she said she wanted, had the baby--we were homeless and living in a van by then--and was forced to arrange an in-family adoption when her clinic realized the baby wasn't safe. Soon as she gave up the child, I left. I never considered raising him alone; two years of constant vigilance had nearly killed me. I was emaciated, shaking, and shitting blood. My convalescence took years.
Looking back, it's ironic I felt I was at the end of my strength. What came next was much worse; the worst year of my life. But I'd been warned.
The doemare? Dreams themselves--and the shy creatures in them, who slowly nursed me back.
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