Illness

I loathe getting sick, don't know anybody who enjoys feeling like a dog's lunch. The things that I dislike the most are the dreams that I have when I'm ill. They're more distorted, highly fragmented and I don't feel refreshed upon waking. I took a nap today and had dreams about Callahan. I haven't dreamed about him for a while. I was in his apartment, we were chatting, happy, warm memories. In my sleepy haze, I picked up the phone and dialed his number. I hadn't spoken to him in a while, I wanted to hear his voice, to tell him about the dream. A stranger answered his line in NY. It was then that I realized he'd been dead for 10 years, I couldn't call him anymore. I hung up the phone and cried, sometimes we forget.