Meet the Taxi driver: another chapter of the incredible Marla/Jack

omg… strangest dream / nightmare

Marla’s deterioration had continued. Her “semblaje” more similar to the one of a sick person, it was not difficult to tell she was a drug addict.

I see this horrible monstrous looking man in the street. We just walk by him, but I paid close attention to him as he approaches some people on the street who clearly have the drugs he’s in search for. He scores.

Later on in the night, Marla and I take a taxi, the man just looks strangely familiar. All I know is that she sat in front because of I-dont-know-what. The taxi driver was giving us small talk, to which I just reacted by looking out the window. The view was fantastic; water surrounded us in a night-time beach route. I didn’t feel like I had to be “on.”

It is one of those nights in which Marla wants to sleep alone, so they drop me off first because my place is nearer. Unfortunately, I don’t think anything bad of it because, even though Marla was talking animately, it wasn’t too much as to trouble me.

Before I leave the taxi, I noticed the driver was the man scoring on the streets from before. He looked better, apparently the immediate shit-faced effect of the drug had faded. I’m sure he thinks I don’t talk to him out of arrogance. From my part, I was just tired and annoyed by men in general.

Now this is the part that starts to become blur, because I don’t know if this is me visiting Matt or Ross… or if it was just a phone conversation, point is that I know it is the next day, and I’m talking with either one of my two best friends. The details of the conversation seem banal, but I’m sure I was recalling the pleasantness of the beach, and how there might have been even fireworks at the distance. The type of place you only visit in a CGI world or in a dream. Clearly in my case, is the later.

At some point Diana calls me with a sad tone of voice. The same tone of voice people use to tell you that someone you love has died. I ask what’s wrong, to which she replies that Marla just called her and told her to tell me that she had met someone. That someone was the taxi driver. After they dropped me off, apparently they had a conversation that lasted for hours, one of those conversations in which without knowing the person, you quickly determine you both are soul-mates, and that you should transform your life to fit the other in smoothly.

I’m just enraged by what I hear, and determined to prove it was just a dream, I set off into this imaginary world to find Marla at her house and hear it straight from the horse’s mouth. As I get there, she’s half fucked up, but not too much to not know what she’s doing. Her insensitive actions clearly are masked by her sweet yet as as-a-matter-of-fact voice. She tells me she wants to get to know this taxi driver better, and that they really hit it off. I’m just crushed… How could this happen on my watch? How can he be so unfair to steal my gf right in front of my face? How dare he use his unethical position as a taxi driver to have a captive audience on which he could hit on? My immediate question is the sex question? Did they have sex? To which Marla replies that they want to wait.

At this moment, I’m just losing control. She says something about going on a vacation with him, since the near future has in store a singles vacation, remnant of his pre-Marla schedule. Did she try to tell me they’ll do it then? It doesn’t matter because I cant take this anymore. I react by beating the shit out of her. To an innocent bystander, she might appear to be weaponless. But the reality is that the cell phone in her hands quiet easily dialed 911. And because of the to-the-point nature of dreams, she didn’t have to tell the dispatcher anything (in fact, she didnt even give her address) for the police to magically be well-informed of what happened. And if I wouldn’t have decided to wake up in that very instant, the police might have barged in to interrupt the beating as fast as a minute later.

I woke up devastated, but happy to know it was all a dream. Because it was all so lucid, and because it is the first dream in a long time to which I wake up remembering most of it, I decide to slide out of Marla’s arms to find my fingers typing away my fake experience.

-Jack