Whitney Houston Visited Me in a Quarantine Dream
The queen came to see me in a vision. And I made a video for it.
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Whitney descended from heaven in my dream last night. P and I were sitting on the couch watching Tiger King. Whitney sat next to us. Waved her hand and the TV turned off.
“Hey Baes,” Whitney said.
“Hey Queen?” P and I both replied.
“What’s been up?” she asked.
“You’re looking at it,” P said. “I have nothing.”
“Stressed?”
“For sure,” I said. “But what can we do? Gotta survive this one moment in time.”
“Bobby used to say the same thing. How long you gonna be quarantined?”
“Not sure. Weeks. Months maybe,” P started. “I hope it’s working. But I just keep asking, how will I know?”
Whitney nodded. Looked at P. Then me.
I thought about Christmas 1992, when I saw The Bodyguard in theater twice in the same day. Remembered Whitney and her jealous sister. The attempts on her life. Costner’s bad buzzcut and the way the sword delicately sliced her scarf and somehow it seemed romantic and not terrifying.
I remembered crying.
Crying at the end when she started singing and her plane took off.
Crying through the credits.
Crying on the short walk home through the snow with mom after the day’s second viewing.
“May I?” Whitney glanced at the open Cabernet and wine glasses on the table.
“Go ahead. It’s not right, but it’s okay,” P said.
Whitney filled a glass. Took a long, slow sip. Set the glass down.
“God damn this is tragic,” she said. “It’s like, in a quarantine, I wonder where do all the broken hearts go?”
“I know,” I said. “And can they find their way back home.”
I thought about The Bodyguard soundtrack. Whitney’s majesty on the songs that mattered. How I would press rewind over and over again on my little yellow walkman to hear her sing.
“Hey Whitney. Can I share something?” I asked.
“Sure,” she said.
“Well, I think “I Have Nothing” is a better song and better example of your vocal prowess than “I Will Always Love You.” I thought you should know.”
Whitney said nothing. Didn’t even blink. Took her time standing up from the couch. Then backed a few feet away. She hummed. Softly, building steam, then started: “If I…. should stay….I would only be….in… your way…..”
Her voice was an angel. It sounded like what it will feel when this ends and we can hug our parents again and tell them we love them in person with a couple cold high lifes in our hands ready to pop open.
I sensed P’s hand reaching. Her fingers curled themselves around mine.I was sobbing by the second verse. P lost it around the saxophone.
Whitney’s voice quenched our hearts. Filled our souls. Then, she was gone.
P brushed away tears. She looked at me. I looked at her, our fingers still intertwined. We held each other in our silence. P smiled.
“K?”
“Yeah, P.”
“I wanna dance with somebody.”
“Well, you’re in luck. Because I’m your baby tonight.”
“And I…. will always love you,” P smirked.
Friends- watch The Bodyguard. Listen to Dolly’s original version. Play Whitney’s. And let your heart be full.
We love you.
And we’ll see you when we see you.
P & K