My dream from last night was centered around Stranger In A Strange Land.
It began after the end of the book. I had no recollection of Michael’s death. He was in my house, and it was sort of as if the book never happened. He wasn’t good at English yet, but I understood him well. He needed oil on his skin for some reason, and I helped put it on him.
As he grew, I was always close. We fell in love. There was a fair amount of domestic activity in between. When I told my mother I was marrying him, she was disgusted and disappointed. I told her that I was doing it for land, because it was easier for her to accept it.
We flew to Mars. I was so glad that I would get to learn Martian and live forever with him. Eternity and understanding was finally within my reach.
Scene cut. 600 years later, I stood in front of our dresser with him, looking at us in out mirror. I asked him “We’re never going to die, are we?” He smiled, the question irrelevant. And I had never grown tired of him, or longed for something else.