The background details are fuzzy, but I believe my mother had business with his. We two were left to discover awkward conversation with one another. With the resigned, somewhat sheepish air of people who weren't kids anymore, but who were still excluded from the privies of adulthood, we exchanged looks and began to walk together.

The sun was setting as we began our trek. It didn't seem like we really had time to hike the whole trail, but there was nothing else for us to do. We made small talk, making no real allusions to our past friendship, but catching up on the changes of the years. He looked the same as I remembered from all that time ago, but he discussed significant differences in his life with me.

He had grown taller, he said. I nodded in interest, and pretended I had not heard it already. He also related to me that he had discovered himself as a woman. The transformation had taken place since our long gone friendship, and it had been a subtle awakening within him. I could visualize him staring into a mirror on a brick wall in some high end apartment, slowly contemplating it. I saw pink flowers on an end table in the corner.

As he told me of his change, two men approached us. They were broad and dark, with savage mouths and cruel eyes. We did not know what they wanted, but it seemed to entail something bad for us. I was afraid.

They began to brutalize D, and my fear caught in my throat and I couldn't scream.

He wasn't a person anymore. He was bits and pieces of things in a blue bucket of dark red liquid. It wasn't quite blood... it had the consistency of water. I was panicked. He needed to go to a hospital... maybe there was still hope... but the men were after me, and I had to get away.

I climbed up a steep dirt hill, and they pursued me at a leisurely pace. They wanted from me... nothing that could cause damage, exactly, but I didn't think I could give it. It wasn't the right time. They called for me to give it to them, but I was worried and hesitant. I tried, but it wasn't right. I didn't have it anymore.

---

There was a mountain of stitched-together animal hides stretched over some hidden frame. It was green and white and brown, meant to match the colors of nature. Thousands, possibly millions, of people trudged down the street to the side of it. It was a pilgrimage to places we all hoped were safer, or untouched by the painful chaos we were fleeing. There were people on the other side of the road, and they told us that they were escaping New York. As I climbed the hides, I hoped I would not be following them soon.

---

I'm imagining the mouth of a glass bottle in my mouth, its metal cap against my teeth.
I'm imagining the cap grinding on my molars.
I'm imagining pain, and sharpness, and the tang of metal.
The wet feeling of blood on my tongue, on my teeth, painting the insides of my cheeks.

RE
In my case the doctor was able to just...pop them out. For my brother they will have to break a tooth or two, though.

The thing about the dream is that I can't even really remember what it was about. It's a purely emotional backlash.

The song. Haha.
» middaymoon on 2011-01-12 04:35:31

Lol, wasn't planning on having such a long reply on the article! I was typing a pretty long response to your comment, but then I realized that they wasn't a lot of point to it. We could argue about this topic forever and we still wouldn't change each other's minds. The main reason that I wanted to post the article was mainly because people have such negative views of other styles of parenting that aren't the same as their own. Every parent wants the best for their children, but everyone has a different opinion on what is the best. But I'm sure that we can agree that the minimum is not having to live on the streets, turn to prostitution, or dealing drugs. Unfortunately, by the time my children are old enough to go to school, it will be a lot harder for them. Schools are teacher harder material at a younger age and the tests are getting harder as well. Soon, it might be impossible for kids to succeed in school without help from their parents unless they're lucky enough to hire tutors for all the years that they're in school. Especially if school budgets keep getting cut further and further. And to be honest, I'm probably going to end up being pretty lenient with my children and end up spoiling them too much.
» thisdisease on 2011-01-13 05:51:37

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