And You and Everyone are there

There was white, white was everywhere, an awful amount, but that was to be expected in dreams, especially of this nature. The time of year was indeterminate and so was the time of day. I stood in the center of the large white and bounced a bright blue rubber ball. My dad said serve it up, let’s get this game going, and we were playing racketball and talking about future plans to hike canyons or sit on the porch and smoke cigars. We were talking, we were playing, but mostly just smiling as we ran into walls and swung too hard only to miss that rubber ball. We both knew the point of the game, the point to run around and sweat and look foolish and this fact, this knowledge, we didn’t talk about. There was a glass panel above us and behind this panel were rows of seats, blue, and they looked comfortable and my brother was there banging on the glass and smiling as my dad and I fumbled about the white court. It has been years in actual waking life since I’d seen my brother or heard his voice but such matters don’t matter in white rooms with bright blue objects. My brother was not playing and not talking directly but again words don’t need to be verbal they are understood and it was more about smiling and getting our hair a muss than being allegorical.

The best thing, really the coolest part of these types of rooms, the white expanding rooms, is anyone can show up. You showed behind the glass. You sat in the middle near my brother, you had to show up, and we were all happy not that my dad ever really knew you terribly well and my brother died long before you met me but as has been said about such matters…

The important thing being you were there and the swinging and hair tussling continued. Racketball? Why not what else could fit so perfectly in such a place? When questions start to seep in it’s all over. The white becomes less sharp, the blues are not so blue, and people are a memory not the way they smiled. And I was at the point where I tried to hang on tried to get it all back. Once I know I am asleep such places are doomed.

However, I was able to have one more glimpse, a last earnest image to ease me to full awareness. You moved from behind the glass into the white and gave me this look, the look that is not a non-verbal cue but is just you. After all you are there and everyone is there and that’s how the world goes and is supposed to go and your smile is as such. This is how reality really is and all the other matters that don’t matter will fade. This white room will be here, this place to not talk, and to smile, and run into walls.

And You and Everyone are there


Salt Lake City, United States

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