Back at our dream sequence wedding ceremony...
HOPE: Yeah this is wild. I mean, I don't even believe in marriage. Or God. And now? Look at this. MICKEY: It's dreamy. HOPE: Like literally. MICKEY: And figuratively. BURNER: Okay okay we get it, you are in love! woohoo! Good for you. Now let's get this thing going all right? I got other dreams to crash today. And some to crush. Parents! Where are the parents!? HOPE: No way I would invite mine. Even in a dream. MICKEY: No? Too bad. I'd love to meet the people that made you. HOPE: No you won't. MICKEY: I bet they're special. HOPE: Yeah, no. They're not. BURNER: Uh-oh girl, you didn't tell him didn't you. MICKEY: Tell me what? HOPE: So what if I didn't? Can't I have some secrets left God dammit! BURNER: Hey I'm right here. HOPE: Yeah, sorry. No disrespect. Look can we just keep going? BURNER: Oh girl. Always Go Go Go but never really here. I can relate, believe me. But we gotta sort out the parents thing if we want this train to get to its final stop. MICKEY: I got parents! I mean, I DID. At some point. They are both deceased so I don't know if ghosts get invitations to these things? BURNER: Yeah, would be groovy. But no can do. Can't have both God AND ghosts. Too much stimulus on the subconscious ya know? MICKEY: Huh. BURNER: Yeah this may be a shocker to you all but I'm a big psychology buff. And evolution. Pretty much ALL science. I dig it. All that nonsense of me being against all that is just.... so medieval century. Anyways, our bride here needs someone to send her off. It's a tradition perhaps a bit dated... HOPE: And sexist. BURNER:...but it's your dream. I don't make the rules. MICKEY: Huh. BURNER: So, let's get your father here to send you off and we can get this show on the road! Hope crosses her arms and takes a step back. HOPE: No way. This is bullshit. This isn't a dream, it's a fucking nightmare! I'm so over this. I wanna wake up. I wanna wake up. I wanna wake up! MICKEY: HEY! Look at me, I'm right here. HOPE: Leave me alone! I wanna wake up and get the fuck out of the desert! BURNER: No one's stopping you. HOPE: Okay, well, I'm out of here! What's the way? Can someone tell me the way? GOD, you're fucking GOD aren't you. Can you show me the way for fuck sake!? BURNER: Girl, you already know. The only way out is through. Hope slurps down to the ground and cries. Mickey lowers and holds her in his arms. MICKEY: Hey hey hey.... shhhh... I'm here, I'm right here. HOPE: You wanna know where I'm from? I'm from a trailer park in Montana. My family was not just poor, nothing wrong with poor. When you're poor you can only get UN-poor, so that's not so bad. But what WAS bad, is that my... my dad is a fucking psycho, okay? He's in prison for life without parole. In San Quentin. And you know what? I'm the one who put him there. I did. He killed my mom right in front of me. And I stood there in court and pointed to him. He got a life sentence thanks to my testimony. And yeah he fucking deserved it, but that doesn't change the fact that he's my father. And the sad thing... like the saddest thing? I don't miss my mom. She was always tired. Always unhappy. She was dead before she died. I don't miss her at all. It's my dad that I actually miss. So don't feel sorry for me or anything because I don't fucking deserve it. To be continued...
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AuthorIn April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling. Categories
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