I dreamt again of the fine french linen with the broad faded-pink strips – the one I had planned for more aprons. I felt annoyed that I did so, for it is one of the recurring unresolved dreams. See, a cousin had lent it from me more than 7 years ago for a photoshoot. At the time Mike had made a joke about it not needing to be returned (for he deplored my fabric stash), & I had refuted him on the spot. When I got it back, it was but a fraction of the bolt it was – barely enough for grownup’s apron, not to say a child’s skirt. I was surprised. I hadn’t brought it up… I barely think about it when I meet her in person – I don’t consider it a defining feature of our relationship.
Yet my subconscious appears to disagree.
It is interesting to find the mind (especially in such primordial, weakened states of slumber) can return again & again to the thought of those who wronged us. I know older relatives whom, every time we meet, cannot help but relate ad nauseam, with unaltered passion & vehemence, certain stories of being wronged. They are preoccupied – there is little new, & they rarely reminisce good stories. So one grows wearied.
It is this preoccupation I wish to avoid – there is no purpose to it… it has been so long & of little import, & I would rather my energies be given to other projects.
So, in the state between half-sleep & wake I asked myself: how I might resolve this?
The first thought was to ask her about it next time we converse. This means I must remember to do so – but oh, it means I must carry this notion til then; it will taint my anticipation of our next interaction; &, we speak so rarely that, should we talk, I would rather it be of other things!
Then I asked myself why she might have returned less than the full bolt? In my half-dream state, I thought perhaps her dog had peed upon it. Most of it being ruined, she could only salvage a portion to return. She might have felt embarrassed about the fact (which is why it was returned via intermediary).
This being a most acceptable excuse to me, I suddenly felt more settled. Despite knowing it as an invention, I prefer to see it as the most plausible truth – resolve it to my memory of the case, & hope to never to dream of it again!