Last night I dreamt of giving advice.
I had told your cousin to do a rain dance.
I warned that he must take the dance seriously, else the gods will turn deaf to
his prayers and rain it shall. Awake, I realize that rain dances only encourages
the rain, however in dreams the world can sometimes be in reverse.
We live far apart, your cousin and I. Him in Peru and I
here, yet it was to rain over both of our homes. A rain we thought would never
end despite had not yet begun. But we both agreed that dancing the rain away
would be our only solution.
In my dream, my sister did not understand the importance of
our conversation. I sat on a bed with her, in our old room from a time when we
were much younger. She began to jostle herself against me, wanting my
attention. Thus I locked myself in the bathroom, screaming keep away
obscenities towards her face.
As water boiled on the sink, I planted my feet against the
base of the toilet with my back against the door, as I’ve done too many times
in my youth. She kicked at the door as I warned your cousin, “God and the rest, they are watching. But they will not listen if we do not believe.” I hung up the phone and
allowed my sister to open the door and ridicule me as she carried kettles of
boiling water away from the sink.
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