from Wild Apples
Andy
Before I have to put my cat to sleep, I dream that I wheel him outside for some sun. He is a teenage boy with a degenerative disease, and his stomach is hurting, so I rub it for him. But we are enjoying the day, the sun and the grass and how we belong to each other but are separate, too. Tom Waits comes into the yard to do some landscaping. He is wearing his hat and suspenders, his undershirt and old suit pants. I say, “Hello, Tom Waits.” Then Andy says, “Hello, Tom Waits.” His voice comes out in a slightly strangled way because he is a boy with a degenerative disease and also a cat. He is making a joke about how he can talk now and about how funny it all is. Then we laugh, and I’m thinking about how funny Andy has always been. We sit in the sun like ambassadors, like kids at a Kool-Aid stand.
Prompt:
Write a dream vignette. Provide a bit of context about what is outside the dream, but mostly stay in it. Recreate the dream world, placing us there.