"Dream w/ You In It" by John Findura

Dream w/ You In It

Had a dream with you in it last night. I don’t know if this bothers you. We were in your old Jetta driving around at 3am and I was drunk. Then I was driving your Jetta looking for a place to throw an empty beer bottle. Then you were again driving the Jetta. We ended up at a party at your house, which was never your house in real life, but is somewhere I can picture you now, with all people that you were friends with but I didn’t know any of them so I freaked out. So you kept driving me past the high school until I stopped freaking out and then the sun started to come up. Then we were both in my old bedroom texting each other. Maybe we didn’t feel like opening our mouths. It was odd. It was very late at night and there was a 30-foot camper in my driveway. Or perhaps it just felt that there was. You wanted to invite friends you had that I didn’t know but you insisted that I did know them. I wanted to cry. I did not know who these friends were. We turned on the TV. I told you I didn’t recognize myself and you told me not to worry, that I was still me. I still didn’t recognize myself but I was comforted that I was still me and that you knew this. This made me think of a song that you said you listened to and it made you think of me.

John Findura

John Findura is the author of the poetry collection, Submerged (Five Oaks Press, 2017), and the chapbook, Useful Shrapnel (2022). He holds an MFA from The New School, an M.Ed in Professional Counseling, and an Ed.D in Educational Technology. His poetry and criticism appear in numerous journals including Verse; Fourteen Hills; Copper Nickel; Pleiades; Forklift, Ohio; Sixth Finch; Prelude; and Rain Taxi. A guest blogger for The Best American Poetry, he lives in Northern New Jersey with his wife and daughters.

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