REMEMBRANCE OF A DREAM

REMEMBRANCE OF A DREAM

We were couple of people

Gathered to do some kind of work

Presentation of our individual work

We were performers of some kind

Artists?

Writers?

Visual artists?

But some how involved in the arts...

It seemed like a residency...

Though in my real life

I never go to a residency

I am neither invited nor do I try...

But since it was a dream...

I am there also amongst other so called, "Artists"

What a romantic word

'Artists"

It should be called, "beggars"

'Beggars begging"

Begging for something...

Always begging...

Begging for recognition...

With recognition comes the money

So I guess recognition from some experts is te most Important

But in the dream I must have been somebody to be at the residency...

Or maybe it wasn't a residency at all...

But there was a group and I was part of it.

It seemed like the, "Residency" was over

and we were packing up to leave...

Every one seemed like in every one's way

Some kind of urgency...

I wasn't packed at all...

The entrance to my small room was kind of blocked

A huge motor cycle was at the entrance of my room and it was hard to get inside

I knew I had to get my script together...

I had a script?

I must be a writer of some kind...

Oh1 gee what an honor..

To be a writer and to be at a residency...

Only in your dreams guys...only in your dreams...

So I had to get the pages, which were all scattered on the table

in some kind of order

But there were no page numbers on them

So I just gathered all of them and stuffed them in my carry on...

Now I am out side the room

And trying to get some breakfast...

I see three women already at the breakfast table...

Oh! I say to myself, "OH! they are so together...they have already packed, ready to go"

They must be some bodies, more important somebodies than me....

Thats the whole point of being in the Western civilization

The importance of oneself as a ."Somebody"

If you are a ,"Nobody" then for sure you are a ,"Nobody"

All the people on tv especially on CNN and MSNBC are somebodies

know it all somebodies...

Trashing Trump every fraction of a second...

They know it all.
They are like Shakespeare...

They have knowledge of everything living and breathing and everything dead and gone

They have knowledge of hidden things and the things which are naked

THEY KNOW ABOUT THE BIRDS, THE BEES, THE FRUIT, THE LEAVES, THE SPICES

about the science, politics, espionage, collusion, law, psychology, food, fashion, travel, history,

wars, peace...

No not about PEACE...Only wars and they know about the good and evil

Oh! for sure they know about evil...

Evil is always lurking around their shores...

They are such nationalists, worried, always worried. huffing and puffing...

Some times it seems like they are spitting at me across the tv screen...

I get splashes of split from Chris Mathewe of hard ball and Rachel Meadow

Oh! she is something else...

She is the real expert of animation...

If you turn the sound down, its a great show of arms and hands and facial gestures moving in a

thousand contortions....

Wow, I say...

They must hate Trump...

Understatement of the year...

They should have been  part of the,"artists residency" in my dream.

They seem like the best and the most passionate and dedicated artists...

They are persistent....

And thats a great artist...

In my artists residency I don't even have pages numbered and now can't even get some breakfast

The other ladies from the group are already eating avocado toast with poached eggs on top...

They all eat healthy food to live long enough to get to another residency...

I can't believe that I was also there with all those some bodies....

It had to be a dream.

Yes, I do digress a lot.

Yes, it was a dream.

I am not part of a summer residency

Nor a part of a winter residency...

I am Muslim...

I am not a part of a residency ever...

Muslims are the most hated people on this planet right now.

Even Saudi Arabia has abandoned them.

Now for sure Muslims have no hope

As if they had any hope before...

What a joke

Its a sad joke...a sad joke...

Thats a great title for the next residency..., "A SAD JOKE"

I love titles...

I should make a whole play about titles...

And the main title of the book would be, "A SAD JOKE."

"MUSLIMS! A SAD JOKE"  Thats much better...much much better...

The most sad thing about me is that I am a Muslim in my dream as well as i my real life...

Being hated in my sleep and while I am awake.

Amazing, I am also a, "SOMEBODY"

hats why I was at the residency...

Oh! yes, I was there because I was a Muslim...wow...thats just great...

Now lets get back to the dream...

Women have just finished their breafast and I though I am not finished packing

I sit down too...

'Hi, avocado toast with lightly poached egg on the top please."

I am trying to order

'No more avocado toast."

The waitress tells me not so very politely...

'Oh! no avocado toast?"  I am still trying to be polite... I am Muslim afterall, I have no other choice

But to be polite to all the ass holes who I encounter day and night...

:OH! so how was the terrorism in your country you just visited."

They constantly ask me...

'No terrorism...not anything I encountered."

I tell them politely

'Oh! you are lying."

'No I didn't encounter nothing but since you seem to know more than me...you must have been there

yourself."  I say a bit sarcastically...

"God forbid if I ever visit that part of the world."

They say and walk away...

'I wish I didn't visit this part of the world."  I say in my dream silently

while I still want some breakfast.

'What is still available for breakfast?"

I ask the waitress...

"there are some donuts."

"You want me to eat donuts...look at me...everything is bulging out of my dress.

All those ladies you served the avocado tast to were thin like a pencil and you are offering me a

donut?"

I left the table cursing myself...

"Why the fuck did I came to the Western Civilization?

This question I ask with every breath I take recently...

I am banned from avocado toast...thats for sure...

Fuck it...let me go pack...they are taking us back to the city soon...

Then all of a sudden, instead of a car pulling up in the driveway of this residency building

a whole train, i mean a railway train comes full speed...

Oh! my god. oh! my god..how could a whole railway train enter this driveway?

Are we going back in this train?

I can't get back to the room to get my carry on...

The train has blocked the whole entrance ....

My un-numbered pages of my hand written script is in there too...

No other copy...

No, no other copy...

NO PDF FILE ANY WHERE....

I am so devastated...

I am always devastated...

Not ready...never ready,,,

Not like those ladies who were ready for their healthy toast...

If you are not ready, you are not going to get that toast.

Then I woke up.

I was starving...

I should go to Balthazar and have an avocado toast...

I said to myself

It costs $28 plus tax and tip....

Well...well...

I will think about it tomorrow...

Afterall tomorrow is another day.