I'm meeting my sports surgeon for the first time. He's got an ultra-modern clinic with his face sprawled everywhere, shiny white teeth, digital backdrops. He's the Jay Z of surgeons. We look at a music video of my knee, it dances along with synth music, rolls around, slows down to reveal multiple angles. We just have to take out the hardware and fuse these ligaments back together, he slaps his hands, presto! I make an appointment with a hologram nurse, then later take care of Beckett and her friend at a house on a beach in Costa Rica. Because I don't have an extra car seat, I miss my sister's wedding and my mom's birthday. My sister hugs me and says it will be alright, there's always next time.
Small mom
My mom is small and feeble, sickly almost. She vomits and I pick her up and hold her like a baby. There are friends and strangers around the house, which is on a series of hills and greenery. Festivities are happening and a guy I barely know is trying to talk to me. I put my mom in bed. The guy follows me into another room and tries to kiss me.
Cuddling with an Old Friend in Long Johns
I'm at my mom's house in New Jersey. The house is a combination of the fabric store she used to own in Colorado and her current house in Florida. I am visiting her for the weekend from somewhere else, maybe New York, maybe Portland. I am younger, in my 20's. An old friend arrives. I'm excited and relieved to see him. He always makes things more interesting with his charm and ideas. I haven't seen him in a while. He often disappears for months and then pops up again. We are in the back of my mom's house/store. He is wearing a pair of creamy white long underwear. He asks me to put on a pair and cuddle with him for a bit under the covers. I do as he says. His embrace is warm. I feel a tremendous love for him. We kiss for a second and continue to cuddle. My mom knocks on the door. We get up and begin to clean the room. It's filled with large comforters and blankets. A baby appears. The baby is wearing dirty clothes and a hat that's much too large for its head. The baby speaks to me like an adult man. My friend says he's been working with homeless babies for years now. I feel proud of him and admire him from afar as he and the baby walk away.