Deja Dream

The young woman in a baseball cap says her name is Dia.

“Dia?” I ask, “meaning day?”

“No,” she says, “it’s spelled D-E-J-A-H.” Someone named Dream gave her the name when she was a baby, she tells me.

“Dream?” I ask.

She gets that painful, patient look on her face, like I have the understanding of a small child. “His name was Jeff,” she explains, “but he woke up and then his name was Dream.”

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  1. Did anyone ever tell you your dreams have a great literary quality to them!
    This one’s really fun.

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