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See YouTube video of Janet Kuypers 2/24/18 reading her poems “Dreams 12/22/08, the Indescribable Infant”, “He Told me His Dreams 7”, and “Dreams 09/17/06, Dad Talking to Me” from her book “When you Dream Tonight” live at “Poetry Aloud” (this video was filmed from a Panasonic Lumix 2500 camera; posted on Facebook, Twitter, Linkedin, Pinterest, Instagram, and Tumblr). #janetkuypers #janetkuyperspoetry #janetkuypersbookreading

See YouTube video of Janet Kuypers 2/24/18 reading her poems “Dreams 12/22/08, the Indescribable Infant”, “He Told me His Dreams 7”, and “Dreams 09/17/06, Dad Talking to Me” from her book “When you Dream Tonight” live at “Poetry Aloud” (this video was filmed from a Panasonic Lumix T56 camera; posted on Facebook, Twitter, Linkedin, Pinterest, Instagram, and Tumblr). #janetkuypers #janetkuyperspoetry #janetkuypersbookreading

Dreams 09/17/06 Dad Talking To Me Janet Kuypers, 09/17/06 #2 This is the strangest dream I’ve ever had, because it was like dad was around and was talking to me about my night’s sleep, and oddly enough, my drinking. Now, my dad drinks a lot more than me, so this is why him asking about this seems odd. Because he came to me and said, “You’ve been drinking a lot.” And I was taken off a bit by his statement, so I answered, “well, you can understand why.” and he seemed to agree, to understand that I’d drink more because mom died. Now, I usually ask him how well he slept while I’m in town now, not only because mom just died, but also because he has trouble breathing. But this time dad asked me first about how I slept. and I told him the truth, that I had a hard time falling asleep, because I was crying, thinking about mom. then I even said that I called John, because I knew he’d be up because it was only ten forty at our home, so I called him to make me feel better. I felt bad bringing it up to dad, since he can cry at the drop of a hat when mom is brought up, but it was the first time I mentioned my feeling bad about mom’s death to dad. And yeah, you’d have to know I’d never mention this to my dad; and when I woke up this morning, everything was the same as usual: dad drank a swing form his whiskey bottle, and asked me to go for a cart ride with him to the hut to have beer at ten in the morning. So yeah, this had to only be a dream. Copyright © 2006 Janet Kuypers. U.S. Government Copyright © 2004 Chicago Poet Janet Kuypers on all art and all writings on this site completed before 6/6/04. All rights reserved. No material may be reprinted without express permission.