In my dream last night I was living in Chicago again, and it seemed like I had just moved back. I now have my own shop that takes up the top floor of a high - end department store that seemed to good to ever actually exist. My store is just as I’ve ever imagined it, polished concrete floors, floor to ceiling windows that overlook lake Michigan. My designs everywhere. Suddenly my employees around me seem frantic, there’s apparently a very important wedding party that needs to be fitted for suits (this being my main focus at my real life job at the moment). Nobody seems to know how to manage this so I take over.
I’m in the suiting boutique and in walks a girl that I know and am startled to see her. I haven’t been able to remember her face or name since I woke up, but I know that I’ve met her before. She informs me that the grooms men are on their way, along with the grooms father, the groom himself is not expected to show up.
In walks Omar, he’s visibly uncomfortable seeing me, as am I seeing him, feeling a deep heaviness in my stomach. He’s polite, asks me how I’ve been and vice versa. We avoid speaking about him. There’s then an older gentlemen in the room with Ivan, he’s holding a tolder.
The room is tense and I excuse myself. I’m panicking in my office, I really don’t want to see him, or fit him for a suit. When I return I start fitting the older gentlemen for his suit, I’ve never met him before but I know it’s their dad. He’s extremely polite and friendly, and only address me in Spanish. It seems like hours pass and theres no sign of him. I start fitting Omar for his suit, and after what seems like an eternity he speaks, “He won’t be here.” I ask him, “How’s he doing?” “Good, he’s been great” He responds avoiding eye contact with me, he looks more sad than uncomfortable. “Is he…happy?”. “Very”, he says and we’re done. He gives me a surprising hug and sits on the window sill in my shop.
The girl gets a text, and suddenly the room is filled with a dozen other frantic people. “He’s here!” “He’s on his way up?”…” the groom’s here!” There’s shuffling around everywhere and I’m suddenly holding the toddler. His face very familiar.
In walks the groom. The room is suddenly quiet. He just stands there, looking exactly how I remeber him. Jeans and a Tshirt, he hasn’t changed, hasn’t aged a bit. The same guy that I fell in love with years ago. My mind is racing. …..He can’t be. The groom? No. He never wanted to get married. No.
The room looses it’s vibrancy. It’s suddenly darker than it was. He says hi to his dad and brothers. He looks over at me holding the toddler. “How’s daddy’s little fat boy?!” He says taking the boy off my arms. He never makes eye contact with me. Never notices I’m there.
Suddenly I’m left alone with the girl. She gives me a big hug and a kiss on the forehead and says, “Sorry babe, but you had to see it for yourself….you no longer exist.”
And I wake up.
I don’t know what this is from but I applaud this man for not only reading these guys on their ignorance but knowing his history and educating those who don’t.