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Happiest Dream Yet!

This was the last dream before I woke up this morning. I am walking up the stairs to an apartment that I live in, crossing paths with my neighbor lady who's hauling in her groceries. She looks to be in her mid-twenties, with mousy brown hair and glasses. We have a funny exchange whereby she communicates, "Oh you're the one who has loud sex that I can hear EVERY DAY."

I smile and wave, slipping through my front door. In my dream my two roommates are my Sufi friends, Qutbuddin and Latifa. They have concocted a marvelous Persian banquet, and are happy that I am finally home. A man who looks just like the picture of my father is over to have dinner with us. I can't stop smiling! Everyone is smiling; it's as if we are playing a game where we pretend that everything is normal, even though this is the first time I have seen my father in twenty years. We indulge in our feast, every-single-bite is buttery and scrumptious, I take my time chewing each morsel, because I want to remember this forever.

"Where have you been?" Qutbuddin asks me. And then I actually review all of the dreams I had that night, leading up to this dream. I went to a jazz concert in a 50's themed waffle house; I walked barefoot down sidewalks that were still warm from the sun, rubbing my cheeks in cherry blossom trees, watching the sunset; I got drunk at an art show in a chic wine and guacamole bar in Wedgwood, waving smiling at passersby.

The man who must be my father tells us about the store in Ballard that he owns. It is a boutique that imports goods from Java. As he says this I remember another dream I had earlier that night. I was shopping at his boutique, and the sweet sales girl helped me try on earrings. In fact, I seem to remember that I frequently shop there. Eventually someone must have recognized me; I speculate that the sales girl played a role in our reunion.

It is time for the man to go. I rub his back and hug him as he is standing to leave. We hug for a very long time. I am determined to remember how this feels, his warm belly against mine, his wily black hair fragrant and soft against my face, his arm muscles are firm as they wrap around me, and his hands are bony and strong on my back. We are still smiling when we let go. He holds both of my hands and says, "I will see you soon, yes?" "Yes."

His jacket is on the other side of the room. As he puts it on he says to us all, "My name is Hanh Minh, though my friends call me Rambo." So it is my father. Down to the nickname. Yay!

Then I am doing yard work with my boyfriend. I thought my father had left, but now he walks up to us. "Well I started my car, but I had to come back for another hug." More epic hug smiling. "I'm sorry that we forgot you," I whisper to him, referring to my mother and I. "We forgot ourselves too." Smiling, crying. Wake.

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