From the desk of the Author
Ref: She Had Brown Hair
Date: Thurs. 26th Feb. 2015 - 03:05 AM
Location: County Kildare, Ireland

A junkie once told me, " C'mon, try it, you're never lonely, and, you're always alone. "

The woman is seen sitting on a stoop in front of an old apartment building. The outside scene is of late, late afternoon, and her hair is dark. As I recall now her hair was brown, but that's a reflection looking back later. I remember the feeling of melancholy and sadness that surrounded me as I walked up to her. And while looking down and seeing her crouched there I could hear her mumbling, " Tommy's coming. Tommy's coming." and, " He'll be here soon, I know he will. "

Inside the old apartment building a light was on. It was dimly lit against the backdrop of a closing day. I stared momentarily in through the windows. The atmosphere was dark in the rooms as I looked. I remember slowly walking up the several steps past her and stepping inside. There, a man sat on the floor on my left along a wall curled up and rocking slowly. He seemed to be mixing the feelings of being high with the pain of having to endure, to live with his affliction. After all, heroin does kill, we all know that.

The room was empty of furniture and resembled an old chinese opium den, or even more, a modern day crack room. Nothing on the old, scarred and dirty wooden floors. Nothing on the whitewashed walls but paint peeling and penned in scribbled markings such as, " F*** you, I'm free!!! ". Street level heroin poets all, trying their best to carve out a notion, or two in pen. A message dedicated to their own struggling world. This was pure, total and strict poverty. I remember the sadness surrounding me and I can still feel it vividly. The hurt looking down at this man. There was nothing there but he and his God. He was in obvious pain.

After a few moments I walked past him into the only other room in this apartment and I noticed another man crouched, sitting on the floor against the wall. He too appeared heavily sedated. Light crept up his face as he momentarily looked up at me with a cold, emotionless stare. The overhead light was dim, very dim and his shadow cast upon the wall behind him. I watched him for a few seconds and then turned and walked back outside to the girl sitting on the stoop. As I stepped past her back down the few stairs I turned and looked down at her and with deep sadness said, " Don't worry Honey, I'll take care of you now."

There is a footnote here in that that this written brief was all a dream I had last night. I awoke and sat up in my bed in the darkness with this deep hurting that just couldn't be quenched. I recalled the moments of this dream very vividly. I was sad. I recalled the girl sitting on the steps murmuring, " Tommy's coming. Tommy's coming." and, " He'll be here soon, I know he will. " This sadness remains with me now as I write. And I hope you will all share this experience with me if for no other reason, for the sake of mankind - and modern common womanhood.

I wish all of you well, my friends,

Thom Douglas Carlisle ( Irish Tommy Moran ) - Ireland

Sadness, life experiences, often leave us with memories we would like to forget only to haunt us in our dreams. One day long ago, I learned to accept that I couldn't save everyone, I always dreamed of moving to a grassy mountain top to tend sheep, away from all the crazyness. Lonely? Perhaps, but away from the stress and craziness. People are often not kind to themselves let alone others, sheep are gentle and trusting.

I can't imagine what life is like for the folks on the streets and slums of the big cities! Even the greatest warrior is not able to save everyone. Thanks for sharing your dream.

It is a Thursday morning, 7 AM here in central Missouri with snow flurries and cold temperatures. I plan to stay inside.

Mo,

Thank ye for the valid input. It was another look into dreams. Yes, I was sad when I awoke this morning. I could feel the sadness of the girl on the stoop. This stayed with me until I compiled this dream into a document form.

Thanks for sharing your thoughts on this, Mo. And yes, stay in if it's wintry and snowing there. Better to look out the window with coffee ( or tea, ) in hand surveying the general surroundings than to be out in it.

Be well,

tommo

After reading your post this morning, it so inspired me to spend the morning writing "Flower Bed" about an elderly lady I learned to respect because of her great outlook despite what life events tossed her way. There may be some hope for me yet, I just might find my passion.

This is a great post, again, thank you for sharing.

You have a such great talent, a gift to write, this is a great write.

Thank ye, Mo Honey.

tommo / Ireland

Very moving write and dream

Laura10,

Yes, I was sad during this dream. I awoke and sat on the edge of my bed and felt really hurt inside, almost as if toward a loved one. I have no idea who this woman was, but she struck me right down in my heart. I wanted to raise her up off the stoop and hold her tightly and try my best to comfort her.

Thanks, Laura10, I appreciate hearing from you.

tommo / Ireland