Me and Jules on the Banks of the Kiamichi

Summary

The text recounts a poignant dream about a tragic drowning incident involving the author and their sister, Jules, on the Kiamichi River, and reflects on the lingering guilt and loss experienced by the author.

Abstract

The author shares a deeply personal and haunting memory of a fishing trip with their sister, Jules, which ended in tragedy. The narrative begins with the author waking up from a dream that vividly revisits the moment of the accident. They recall a happy morning of fishing and playful banter, abruptly shattered by the author falling into the river and Jules' inability to rescue them due to her fear of water. The dream sequence reverses the roles, with the author now on the bank, helplessly watching Jules drown. The author expresses profound sorrow and guilt over the incident, highlighting the enduring impact of the loss on their life, as they remember Jules' laughter and the painful reality of her absence. The text also includes a call to action for readers to support the author by using an affiliate link to write for Medium or by making a donation.

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The author appears to be deeply affected by the loss of their sister, as indicated by their emotional response in the dream and upon waking.
There is a sense of survivor's guilt, as the author regrets not being able to save Jules and reflects on the irony of their roles in the dream versus reality.
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With my eyes still closed I whimpered, slowly waking with the dream still fresh in my mind.

Jules and I had been fishing down on the banks of the Kiamichi River on a humid summer morning.

One minute she was laughing and telling me I couldn’t have another beer, and the next I was in the middle of the stream, and she was screaming in horror, watching me drown.

She just stood there on the muddy bank crying and calling my name; in my dream we both knew she was afraid of the water, unable to swim.

Safe in my bed all these years later, hot tears spilled on the pillow as the guilt overwhelmed me once again. She was gone.

My mind replayed her laugh. I’d never hear it again.

Her voice called my name in my head, but that is the only way I had of connecting with the physical reality that once was Jules.

Why did my mind keep reliving that nightmare in reverse?

The day Jules died; I’d been the one standing in the mud. I’d been the one screaming and crying because I couldn’t save my sister.

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PURE FICTION

Me and Jules on the Banks of the Kiamichi

My last memory of my sister

With my eyes still closed I whimpered, slowly waking with the dream still fresh in my mind.