Never was a Cornflake Girl…

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I went to Earnestine and Hazel’s last night.  It is without a doubt my favorite dive in Memphis.  I regret not taking Amanda when she was up there.  They have the BEST jukebox in the city, lots of blues, soul, motown, old school rock, of course Elvis and The Beatles.  I love their jukebox and they sell Red Stripe.  What more could you want??

So I go to the jukebox to add something to the queue.  It’s broken.  Well, it’ll play but you can’t see what you’re playing, you can’t shuffle through the music.  So I just start putting in numbers.

Very first one I put on, I put my “favorite” number, if I can be said to have a favorite, and that’s 22.  My friend in high school, Tron, he always said there was something special about the number 2 (it was his jersey number).  It’s also my birthday and growing up, two of my bffs were also born on the 22nd.  So I put in 22 for the cd number and then I have to pick a track.  I’ve always had this thing, ever since cds were available to middle class kids like me, about #7 on a cd.  I just noticed pretty quickly that I always liked track 7.  So I type in “2207“.  I put in a couple other random numbers and then the bartender, a cool older woman who loves to sing and dance, yells out to me, “Hey, I know that jukebox.  Whatcha wanna hear, I may know it.”

I knew EXACTLY what I wanted to hear.  “Etta James,” I said.  She nodded.  “Good choice, I know that cd.  What song you wanna hear?”  I knew the exact song I had in mind as well.  It’s sexy and it reminds me of Earnestine and Hazel’s and my favorite fantasy that is set there.  “You Can Leave Your Hat On,” I replied, hoping she’d know it but doubting her memory.  I shouldn’t have.  She rolled off the number right away.  “Twenty-two oh-seven.”  She said.

Well I’ll be damned.

You Can Leave Your Hat On by Etta James

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I had the strangest dream last night.  It was so surreal and so striking.  As far as dreams go, I can usually categorize them: nightmare, sexual, prophetic, stuff-from-the-day, etc.  This one isn’t as easily defined; it doesn’t fit into a certain genre.

It was colorful, that was the first thing that struck me about it.  There was a red-headed gypsy woman I felt so drawn to, and I found myself doing things in the dream that would cause me to get closer to her.  The closer I would get, however, the more apprehensive and shy I felt.

Then she noticed me.  My heart leaped into my throat in the same way it did when I was 15 and the boy I was so in love with would lock eyes with me across the patio at school.  I stumbled over my words as I fumbled an excuse to her, “I w-was wondering if you maybe had a tarot book for sale… I-I have one b-but it is kind of simple and though it’s perfect for a basic Rider Waite deck, I was hoping to kinda branch out you know…”  I expected her to smile and politely respond but she said “You’ve been here,” and as I responded, “No, I should have come here first but I-” she cut me off and grabbed my wrists.  Holding them tightly, she stared me in the eyes and said, forcefully, “No, Brandi, don’t you see?  You’ve been here already!!  Don’t you remember??”  And oh my god, her eyes were like nothing I’ve ever seen before.  They were the color of amber and appeared as hot as liquid fire, swirling around the deepest darkest pupils I’ve ever seen.  I was not just terrified but in awe, and I gasped as I was startled awake.

Now I’ve been through dream analysis.  I know what I have to do if I want to know what all of this means.  I honestly think that should be my top priority tonight, to work through this dream.  As powerful as it was, there is obviously a message I need to get from it.  But I just can’t right now.

I’m scared to know what I need to know.  Does that make sense?  I’m scared it will hurt too much.  I think the only reason I’m having powerful dreams such as this is because lately I’ve experienced some powerful emotions and I’m stuffing them.  I’m downright ignoring the shit out of everything I feel because everything I feel is a lie and it’s distorted and it’s fucking me up.  So of course I’m going to have powerful dreams, right?  Is it wrong to wait until I feel better to start analyzing them?