I had a dream this past Sunday night.
I only wrote a few of the details down when I awoke on my phone so I've forgotten most of it but..
in the dream you had a disagreement with your family so you left for a moment to clear your head and calm down.
because of this I was by myself in a table surrounded by all your relatives and it felt like I was in an interview with all of them throwing questions my way.
I got overwhelmed and excused myself from the table and walked away. Your mother followed me inquiring about poetry.
You had told her you wanted to share a poem of mine and a poem of yours with her and in your stead she wondered if I had those. I had a small notebook with me that held my writings but I was unsure of which one I was suppose to share. I wasn't sure if I had anything of yours, and was trying to remember if you had left anything with me when you appeared and explained how you had taken care of whatever it was that you had to take care of.
Your mother had my notebook in her hands and was flipping through my writings while I continued talking to you trying to figure out if you had left the poem you wanted me to share with her with me.
You were telling me the notebook it was in, and that you had given it to me.
It then felt like my dream had split screens. On one screen it sounded like your mother commented out loud how it was a shame my poetry was in free verse because that wasn't poetry was it? she rather preferred those that followed an established pattern of sorts.
But on the other side of the split I was sure your mother had said nothing, just quietly read my writings.
On one side, I became hotheaded, defensive and spoke up and there was a girl beside me backing me up.
On the other side, my side there was no girl just you and me and your mom.
I reached for where you said you had left your notebook for me to grab to show to your mom but paused. You asked me what was wrong as I stared at your notebook. It was your notebook. Yet it wasn't. The cover had stickers overlapping one another and I had the oddest sensation that your notebook was brown, plain with a quote from your favorite book inscribed as well as your name.
I knew immediately what you had been doing and also that you were not the only you in our universe. You tried to explain what you had been doing, and you sounded so sure, like you had very concrete reasonable reasons for having been travelling across dimensions but I couldn't pay attention because we needed to find the other you and get him back to his dimension and close whatever hole he had used to get here (had you left somewhere opened?)
We split up to cover more ground.
Then I came across myself. I was laying facedown where I presumed the other you had crossed. And the other me was very much not alive.
Oh. I didn't have much time to process it before I heard your voice(s).
I found you. both of you. struggling to win over the other. You were merging, both of your bodies melding together but which you would be swallowed up by the other? I reached out to help... help who? you both looked... like you. And I didn't want to risk losing the you you that I knew and cared for.
You both claimed to be that you. To figure it out, I mentioned the dead me. And how I knew that had something to do with the other you crossing over. Then I mentioned how I had taken something off the dead me (something core? critical?) and I watched both of your reactions to figure out which one was the one that had known the dead me and which one was you, the you I knew.
