Gut Rumbles

June 20, 2006

freudian dream

I had a lot on my mind when I fell asleep last night. I wasn't even aware of falling asleep when it happened. Just all of a sudden, I was standing in Mommie's kitchen, in that old house in Loyal, Kentucky. I was looking out the window and watching the Cumberland River roll by, all shallow and muddy, sixty feet below, down at the bottom of the hill.

I saw a reflection in the window. Someone was walking up behind me. I turned and saw Jennifer, smiling, dressed in blue jeans and a tee shirt.

Everything that happened in the past five years vanished (almost) from my memory and I asked, "What are YOU doing here? Did Daddy Longshanks get tired of you, or did you get tired of him? Where is Quinton?"

She didn't answer, but she gave me a big hug. Gawd help me, people, but I never felt so happy in my life. The bad dream was over. All that CRAP never happened. We could be together again and make it work RIGHT this time...

I woke up and almost started crying. That's not the first time I've had dreams similar to that one, but it was the first time the setting was in Mommie's Old Kentucky Home, on the bank of the Cumberland River, where I spent so many happy days of my life.

When my blog breaks, I find good people who fix it for me. And they do it because they are able, and they ask nothing in return. Y'all are GOOD!!!

Now tell me... how do I ever fix a broken heart?


You don't fix it. You just go back to living the way you did before the good times came and went away. Better to have loved and lost.

Posted by: Ivan Ivanovich on June 20, 2006 08:32 AM

Rob, when I cross the Cumberland in an hour or so, I'll think of you.

Posted by: Tennessee Budd on June 20, 2006 08:49 AM

.. I'm totally hearing that earworm BeeGee's song now.. dammit.....

Posted by: Eric on June 20, 2006 09:38 AM

Glad I'm not the only one hearing the Bee Gees...

Posted by: Stevie on June 20, 2006 09:46 AM

You don't old buddy. Cynicism helps.

Posted by: Bogdaddy on June 20, 2006 10:09 AM

Broken hearts are not confined to Rincon, GA, old mate.

A few bits have fallen on the floor from time to time here in Gosnells, Western Australia.

Never mind, the good times will never fade from the memory, and new friends are always there, sometimes just a click on the keyboard, sometimes half a world away.

Posted by: Henry Blowfly on June 20, 2006 12:27 PM

I don' t know if you ever really "fix" a broken heart; I think you just get enough courage to put it out there again eventually when you meet the right person. There are people in our lives who will make an indelible mark on our hearts and no matter what we do, it won't go away. Whether it was good luck or some other cosmic entity working on my side, I did find "it" again. Here's hoping...

Posted by: Lisa on June 20, 2006 04:00 PM

Can't be done. Only way it gets broke is if
you take credit for what happened. Most
won't do that. All the rest is BS. Mines got
3 or 4 cracks in it. If I could go back and make
things different, I'd do it in a heartbeat. Can't
Now their gone. I'm still here.

Posted by: Keith on June 20, 2006 06:42 PM

You find out how, you let me know.

'Cause I don't have the damndest idea how.

Posted by: Mark on June 20, 2006 08:27 PM

Duct tape!


Super glue...

Just stay outta the water!

I've had the same dream, thought places and persons were different, I've had the same dream! Sans the ability to greet my little girl and talk with her and be a father to her, I'm actually glad to wake and NOT have any regrets for sending her off to an alternate, yet predictiable world of her own.

Posted by: TC on June 21, 2006 03:30 AM
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