Dear Sue, or do you prefer Ess, or Kyorku…?
I dreamt about you last night (Feb 6 2021, to be specific). In the dream, our secondary school results had been released, but I refused to go to school for mine. Instead, I told my friend Babsy to pick them up for me. I can’t remember why, I just did. Babsy returned to inform me that Mr Patrick, the integrated science teacher, was mad that I had refused to show up for my results and had instead sent someone for them. When I received this news from Babsy, I decided to visit campus myself for my results slip.
Upon my arrival to campus (which was mostly a patch of desert and nothing like OLA campus), there you stood. In the middle of the campus (which was actually no where), you just stood there. In a plain dress and with the saddest look on your face. You looked absent minded (or was it lost?). I stopped to ask you why you looked so forlorn. In this dream, again, I knew you were not alive. Still, I was about to remind you that that (not being alive) wasn’t enough reason not to pick up your results slip. As I opened my mouth to speak, I woke up from the dream.
I had trouble going back to sleep and I ended up sleeping in two extra hours in the morning — bad decision!: Threw my internal clock off and didn’t help my mood or productivity throughout the day. I spoke to Irene later in the morning and mentioned the dream to her, because the earlier part of the dream had been about her. For the rest of the day, I pretended to have forgotten about the dream. I’m getting pretty good at avoidance lately… Or so I like to believe.
But the night finally came and, as always, I was finally alone with my thoughts. I started to go over the dream again, memories of it getting thinner and thinner. I missed you so bad. And I realised my avoidance skills are not that slick after all.
I was experiencing mixed feelings; on the one hand, dreaming about you always makes me sad, so there’s that. But on the other hand, I was happy to have dreamt about you again because this was the first time in ages. As I was drafting this post, I decided to check when I started my letters to Sue series, and realised it’s been exactly a year since I last dreamt about you.
Of course, I think about you all the time. But you’ve never appeared in my dreams again since I started the letters to Sue series, until now. For a moment there I thought you were mad that I was sharing our intimate moments with the world, which was why you’d ceased to visit… Were you? … Another part of me thought that perhaps my last post had purged my conscience, and with it, you. Now I know that’s not the case.
So, welcome back. I really miss you and it’s good to have you back, even if only in my dreams.
What’s the deal with February though? Why do you choose to come in February? It’s not your birth month, because that’s the month that I think about you the most… And you know why. So, why February? Did we once share a special moment in the month of February?
Anyway, after brooding for much of the evening, I decided to Google your name, to see what you had shared with the world before leaving. I found your LinkedIn and wordpress pages. I visited your LinkedIn but there wasn’t much there. So I proceeded to your blog. It was painful and I wasn’t sure it was a good idea, but I went ahead and did it anyway.
I only managed to get through three pieces of you before I was overcome with emotion and closed the page for the day. I read the intro to your blog, two poems, and your post about Fun. The Fun. post is my go-to one because it was the last substantive conversation I had with you on my Facebook wall before you left. I had posted the lyrics to one of their songs on my wall and you commented saying that you loved Fun., and that they were your new favourite band. You directed me to read your blogpost about Fun., which I did. Loved it, of course. You also used that as an opportunity to remind me about why I needed a blog.
Anyway, while reading your midnight train post for the umpteenth time, I realised it bore a striking similarity to a post I also wrote about music about three years ago.
I miss you, Sue. Regularly I wonder what you would have been up to by now. I also wonder what you would have had to say about the things I’ve accomplished so far, and importantly, about the drama in my life right now.
Back to music. I recently discovered Miley Cyrus’ Plastic Hearts Album and I think about you every time I listen to it. I’m pretty sure you would love it. Miley Cyrus isn’t (or hasn’t been, hitherto) among my top favourite artistes… But hey, you and I have always been music hoes, so… But yeah, she has two songs titled Midnight Sky and Edge of Midnight in the album — All that talk about midnight is probably what got me thinking about you.
Anyway, I decided to take a break from preparing for my class tomorrow to write you a letter while listening to Plastic Hearts on repeat. I’m glad I did, I feel my brain fog and tears clearing up.
Thanks for stopping by last night, Sue. And do visit again, sooner this time. Don’t be a stranger. After all, dreams are the only place we get to connect now. So, until then…
Love, Baadalet.
PS: I attended a talk on mourning and creativity on Friday, Feb 4 (And the realisation just dawned)… I’ll tell you about the talk in a different letter. Kisses!
Written: 7th February, 2021