last week i had a dream––tell me what this means..

it’s sometime after midnite, and i find myself perambulating the golden gate bridge alongside my parents. we are somehow upon a hidden arc of the span––a tight, ostensibly geometrically impossible J curvature we have never been permitted to traverse before, merging into the straight expanse of the bridge. we navigate the arc in quiet wonder..

when it is time to exit scene, i become aware of another presence moving at the periphery of my vision. at first i mistake him for a reflection of myself somehow displaced into physical space, but then realization strikes with sudden clarity: he is my twin. donning red tapered pants and distressed sweater, he abruptly departs from me, while remaining bound to me energetically by a faint tether of light. he slips irreverently into a stygian vehicle, strikes ignition, and pulls away with sudden urgency..

yet when he has traveled scarcely seventeen feet, the car erupts violently, emanating a fiery explosion against the aureate nite sky..

i am overcome with shock and apprehension—yet at the same time i carry a strange certainty that he is alive. i rush toward him reflexively, wrench open the car door, and smother the circumambient fire with my bare hands. he steps free from the wreckage, singed, distraught, disconsolate, but whole..

nearby, someone—perhaps a relative—moves to place a call, to explicate or escalate what has transpired, and i stop them..

maybe the moment required only empathy, not exposition..