It’s just normal in dreams by Bogdan Dragos

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“Yeah,” she said, “my father was

not the friendliest

drunk in the

neighborhood

and he’s

definitely not missed

now that he no longer

troubles anyone. But

you know, I did learn something

from him, alright.”

Listening to

her words, he poured another

glass for himself

and then

one for her. “What could

you learn from a

man like him, darling?”

She took her glass

and smiled

and licked her lips, biting

the lower one

as she stared at him

before she drank. “See, this

is what I like

about you. You’re the opposite

of my father. You’re

the friendly type of drunk. The

type that betters the

party rather than ruining it.

I can love a man

like that to death, I

really can.”

She drank and made kissing

motions with her

red lips

at him

“Anyway, about my father. From

him I learned that

dreams

are influenced by

the place you

fall asleep in.”

“What?” he said

She sipped her drink

and nodded. “Yeah, it’s true.

That’s why he always

passed out

drunk in that back alley,

on his side,

with his face next to the

grating of the manhole. Because

he dreamed of

me playing the violin down

there.”

“What the hell?” he said

“She sipped her drink

again and nodded. “Yeah, at the time

I didn’t know

why he loved this dream so

much. But it happened every time

he fell asleep, or rather passed out

like that.

He’d tell me how he dreamed

that I was playing the

violin down there

in the sewers and running

around. Well, you know

how dreams are. In a dream world

all this is just normal.

It was kinda like a game. He had

his beloved little girl lost

in the sewers and

she played the violin so

she could be found in

there. Ah, how he

loved that dream.”

“Wah, your old man was

crazy to hell

and below,” he said. “There’s

no reason anyone should

love a dream like that. It’s like

he wanted to get rid of you

or something.”

She drained her glass. “Did I

mention that I was

naked while playing the violin

in the sewers in

my father’s dream?”

“Like I said, old man

was crazy.”

“There’s more than

craziness to dreams,” she said.

“Me playing the violin

was my father’s dream

even as he was awake. It’s what he

wanted for his little girl. He

gifted me one before

I ran away from home. Said it belonged

to my grandmother

who was obsessed with it. Only, she

married my grandfather, a farmer,

because she got pregnant, and

there went her musical dream out the

window. You know how these

things are. Anyway,

my daddy wanted me to play the violin

instead of sucking dicks for

drinks in bars. In a way, I

can’t blame him. In other ways…

well.”

“Well what?” he said

“Oh, let’s just say I’m glad

I learned invaluable

information about dreams from

the old man and

leave it at that.

It’s very true, you know? The place you

fall asleep

or pass out

in

influences your dreams. And that’s

why I always do it in this

bar, darling. Because

I want to dream of you.

So come on, pour another drink

before I wake up.”

He did

-BOGDAN DRAGOS

Bogdan Dragos supervises casinos for a gambling company, working twelve-hour shifts locked in a dark office full of TV monitors. There he mostly daydreams and writes poems and stories. He also manages a poetry blog Daydreaming as a profession.

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