mental indigestion

D is for Dream a Little Dream of Me April 4, 2016

Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper “I love you”
Birds singing in the sycamore trees
Dream a little dream of me

Say nighty-night and kiss me
Just hold me tight and tell me you’ll miss me
While I’m alone and blue as can be
Dream a little dream of me

Stars fading but I linger on dear
Still craving your kiss
I’m longing to linger till dawn dear
Just saying this

Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me

Stars fading but I linger on dear
Still craving your kiss
I’m longing to linger till dawn dear
Just saying this

Sweet dreams, till sunbeams find you
Gotta keep dreaming leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
You gotta make me a promise, promise to me
You’ll dream, dream a little of me

The alarm clock rang. He refused to open his eyes. He felt more awake in his dreams. Reality always seemed so much duller and slower.

He loved dreaming about her. Yes, his dream girl. Her name was Ella, and she was always waiting for him under the old raintree facing his flat.

You’re late today, she chided him last night.

I’m sorry. Work has been busy, dear.

(He never called anyone ‘dear’ in real life. Not even the two long-term girlfriends he had back in his 20s.)

Ella was especially pouty in the latest dream. But he kind of dug that, because at least she pouted in silence and was not one of those who wanted to discuss “where we stand in our relationship”.

He had a flashback of all the explosive quarrels he had with his ex-girlfriends and shuddered. He did not ever want to go back there again.

Instead he hit the snooze button and fell back asleep to see Ella once more. This time, she was standing by the raintree with tears streaming down her face. (Not hysterical shrieky crying, that hurt his ears.)

What’s wrong, dear? 

It started to rain and Ella’s wet hair framed her beautiful porcelain face. She looked at him longingly with her soulful almond eyes.

I’m worried about you. You’re working too hard. Your health is suffering. And I … I feel so sad that I’m not able to take care of you.

Before he could take Ella in his arms to comfort her, the alarm rang again.

This time, he opened his eyes and winced at the sharp pang of loneliness as he found himself sleeping alone on a queen-sized bed.

Ella. It comforted him to say her name aloud. It made her feel more real.

His mobile phone rang. It was his best friend.

“Eh bro, my wifey wants to know if you are free this Friday for dinner? She’s got this hot single girlfriend she wants to introduce you to. And not stupid also, got Harvard MBA or something like that. ”

He sighed. He knew they meant well, but it was getting annoying.

“Sorry, not free.”

“How about next Friday?”

“No, hey thanks but no thanks lah bro, but I’m really not into blind dates.”

There was a long silence over the other line.

“Eh bro, you ok or not?”

“I’m fine, just busy with work.” He tried to sound as reassuring as possible.

“Eh, last time, you’d have at least 2-3 girlfriends at the same time. Now, getting you to go on a date is like pulling teeth like that.”

He sighed. “I’m just … tired.” This was technically true because he would much rather be asleep at the moment.

There was another long pause.

“Eh bro, is it … you’re gay or something? You know you’re still my bro even if you want to come out of the closet, right?”

“I’m straight lah, asshole.” He tried to laugh it off  but it came out more as a coughing fit. “Anyway, I’m kind of seeing someone now.”

“Awesome lah, bro, why you never tell me earlier? But that’s the way to go, we humans need companionship, yah? Even if it’s a naggy wife ha ha.”

After a few more congratulatory whoops and some abstract plans for a possible double date in the distant future, he put down the phone and felt like his heart was pounding in his ears. He’d better take his medication now, if not for himself, at least for Ella.

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11 Responses to “D is for Dream a Little Dream of Me”

  1. Great theme! Good luck on the challenge! We’re doing “I’ve Got The Music In Me” this year on The Road We’ve Shared. – looking at how important music is in the Down syndrome community. I hope you’ll stop by and see/hear! http://theroadweveshared.com/category/a-to-z-blogging-challenge-2016

  2. UpwardSpiral Says:

    Good to come by your blog again, Mel! Great post! Look forward to seeing the rest of your challenge. Dropping by from https://sujataravi6.wordpress.com/ for the A-Z Challenge.

  3. That’s a fun narration and story with dollop of humor in the right place. I can see you are leaping ahead, already with letter D:)

  4. mel Says:

    @vishal: oh i just realised i got the dates wrong haha, yes i am (unintentionally) ahead ;p

  5. Happens ya. I love the post and that’s what matters:)

  6. Sharlene Says:

    Heh the “bro” repetition just made my laugh and the boys wanted to know what was so funny. I’m really enjoying your stories!

  7. mel Says:

    @stephanie: thanks for leaving a note, yes will definitely drop by your blog!

  8. Great combination. A musician and song to prompt a story! Love it! Well done!

    Happy April 4th!
    Ninga Minion @YolandaRenee from
    Defending The Pen
    Parallels
    Murderous Imaginings

  9. mel Says:

    @yolanda: thank you! they are my favs! hope your challenge is going well too 🙂

  10. John Holton Says:

    You wouldn’t think pairing Ella Fitzgerald with Louis Armsrong would have worked as well as it did, would you?

    John Holton
    Blogging from A to Z Challenge Co-Host
    The Sound of One Hand Typing

  11. mel Says:

    @john: haha they are a vocal dream team in my books!


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