I had a dream last night that we were communicating telepathically I guess.
anyone looking would just see a lady walking down the street in silence. mouth not moving. no one there. no phone to her head. but In the dream I was fully talking to you. with my mind. but it wasn’t in my head. you were in my mind. I don’t think I was in yours cuz you’re dead. and you were also dead in the dream.
anyway you told me that willie nelson offered you an eggplant parm once. and I asked you if you took him up on the offer. I asked if he literally offered it like, he had some and offered you a bite? or he offered to hand you one, like he bought two and had extra? or he offered to make you eggplant parm? And did you eat it?
you got very annoyed and said that I ask too many questions. I ruined your story. it wasn’t a story though.
anyway you told me that you want to watch tv and that you could come to my hotel room. cuz I was walking around the city that you used to live in, in this dream. and so that’s why i’d be at a hotel. but I wasn’t clear on how you’d come to my hotel room to watch tv. since you’re dead.
“Shit I don’t know Jen” and you’re laughing now. then you say, “you could come visit me?
oh wait, no. don’t do that. that would mean ....I forgot.”
I felt sad cuz I forgot too and for one second…
then you said you were hungry now for an eggplant parm and then you asked me what I pictured when I heard the words eggplant parm.
“is that the one that’s inside of bread or the one on spaghetti? hey look at me asking the questions now”
I was snatched from this telepathy and woke up.
it was 4 am. the wind was cartoonishly loud and whistle-y, as it pushed against my windows.