The Difference in Gifts

Date: 3/26/2019

Arlene brought me a present. I wasn't sure if our relationship was romantic or not but she did bring me this gift. I opened it and it was a bracelet, a simple thick chain with a figure of a silver cloaked person on it. What took my break away was it's worth and meaning. This one single bracelet was worth 27 million dollars. I'm not sure why, the metal I think was exquisite grade. I thought it was silly having a metal bracelet instead of food but she pointed out the figure which is why she got it for me. The Dark Cloaked Girl reminded her of me. I think the figure was iconic, an archetypeal one or something. I wore the bracelet on my left wrist, it stayed tight and flush at the top of my wrist next o my palm, with the little silver figure on the inside just barely sticking out. It felt heavy, as if it had some weight, not physically but in another way. ~ I was playing a video game, I wanted to win some silly love story which took only two levels, a promotional thing, but you had to create a character and join the game to increase the odds your character might win. So I created a new character, Clarence, and began to dig in and level him up. All the while I was interrupted by family and the following goingson. ~ Cats. There were a dozen kittens born, all different sizes and shapes and breeds but we had them all. I think they were born in the kitchen. They were more like puppies in that they were easily trained and followed me everywhere. They also each worse a tiny shirt. The little orange tabby could climb already and sat on the counter top. I wondered out to discourage that. My mom, maybe jealous of the kittens or just wanting to show off and ahve her own new pet, got a baby cow. It acted like a dog and ran around the house like a dog would. It was very very loud and heavy and I imaged it would crash into many things breaking. Them in its exicted playing. ~ My grandfather was working on a huge project, well huge for him. He kept doing dangerous things, dangerous for him because at his age anything was dangerous. He also had a bit of poor judgment and got hurt a lot doing normal things. When working with power tools and saws and stuff it was scary to let him. But he worked and worked and worked while we all woried. But then it turned out the work was finished. It was a wooden countertop, all perfect and smooth and natural wood. It was normal and fitted the sink on one side but the part which stuck out into the eating area was abstract in cut and kinda zainy. For some reason this translated to perfection, we found we couldn't ale our eyes off it. It was so beautiful. Our estimation of his ability rose 20%. He then used all this power tools to make a salad cutter, a big saw horse which held the many heads of salad in place whrew he cout cut them all into perfect bite size ribbons. The only problem it was all the salad for the entire week, and cut now it might not last all week. I sighed a bit after that. ~ Suddenly every female in our family up and divorced their husband, or it seemed like every female, and then we all kinda traded and remarried. It wasnt that odd in the dream, just a little like musical chairs. I think there was some gay sharing in one couple while a wife watched. I remarried my grandfather and compared notes with my grandmother, his now former wife, about sex. I did this all while barely paying attention as I was so involved in my video game. ~ Our cook brought us a menu, I think the pictures were actually some technology of the actual dishes because I could smell and feel te weight of the dishes as I turned the pages of her makeshift booklet. The first four pages didn't look good but I found two that did. She made a new dish for each day of the week and each family member could have one of the dishes once. I chose some fahita dish rather excitedly then went back to my game. ~ I went to visit Laura at some vacation spot. It was sunny and bright out, as if we sat and ate on a boardwalk. She seemed welcoming, making all the appropriate expressions and words but she didn't want to do anything I did. In fact she wanted to go to a club, or stay and eat, or well do the opposite of anything I did. At first I was just happy to be there, thinking I was wanted, but finally I realized she barely spoke to me. When we were alone she was often silent, giving me nothing in the way of interaction. I began to feel like she as as she always was, not there. Like she wasn't a real person, just a shallow surface type person. I believed she was thinking while silent but she certainly didn't think about me, at least not fondly. Angry and disillusioned I decided to leave. She wasn't ... She just wasn't interactive. It's as if she was missing even as I knew it was her and she acted the same way she always did and she was really herself, it's like who she really was in real life was missing some vital element that I couldn't pinpoint.. Receptivity was close to the concept, reality, communion. I'm not sure how to possibly explain.