From a dream: IV
I dunno why, but you're always there. I'm always coaxing you to do something. You're a phantom, woman...but you're always there. In a non specific sense, and with no identity you are always my partner in crime. I always feel a sense of devotion from you, but there is also something incomplete about it. And you most always have your reservations about our adventures. The most recent being the walk down the long hallway. You and I heard that Espo was giving away old pieces of his work for free. So we had to go check it out. I felt indebted to him, so I took a piece to trade. It's dominant color was yellow, and it was a good piece. It was a good sacrifice. On we walked down the long hallway. Woody, earthy sounds complimented our food steps and echoed like they always do. I with my piece, you walking beside me. We got to the last room on the right side of the hallway. It was emanating light into the dimly lit path we has just taken. We turned, and you went in first. We saw Espo himself handing out pieces. Though there were others in the room, it was not crowded. His space wasn't neat, but it was not messy. I told him I had a piece to trade and he was grateful. And he liked it.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Thursday, March 11, 2010
From a dream III:
Opening the front door of my childhood home I stepped outside into an icy, snowy, wintery neighborhood. The street it's self was covered in a thick translucent coating of ice. Undaunted I climbed on my bike. My bike was rusty and the tires were not pumped. I was determined to ride it. On the snow, on the ice, come what may. The first troublesome sign that this was not going to be a good ride was that my front tire rolled over the rim. A sign that there was little to no air in the tube. I rode on. I made it no further than the neighbor to the right. He was in his indoor front porch and called me over. I got off my bike. When I did this the handle bars came cleanly off from there affixed position. They had rusted enough for the tube of steel to be eaten through and rendered useless. When I went to move my bike from the street, the seat and seat post (both rusted) similarly came dislodged. I was then on the front step of my neighbor's house. There, he and his blind son sat. My neighbor (George) wanted to know if I knew who was placing B.M.'s on cardboard and sitting them on his steps. I told him I had no clue. George then informed me that his blind son was conversing on a computer specifically built for those who could not see. His blind son had made a friend through a network on the internet. George was so proud and happy for his son and continued to explain his adoration until I woke.
Opening the front door of my childhood home I stepped outside into an icy, snowy, wintery neighborhood. The street it's self was covered in a thick translucent coating of ice. Undaunted I climbed on my bike. My bike was rusty and the tires were not pumped. I was determined to ride it. On the snow, on the ice, come what may. The first troublesome sign that this was not going to be a good ride was that my front tire rolled over the rim. A sign that there was little to no air in the tube. I rode on. I made it no further than the neighbor to the right. He was in his indoor front porch and called me over. I got off my bike. When I did this the handle bars came cleanly off from there affixed position. They had rusted enough for the tube of steel to be eaten through and rendered useless. When I went to move my bike from the street, the seat and seat post (both rusted) similarly came dislodged. I was then on the front step of my neighbor's house. There, he and his blind son sat. My neighbor (George) wanted to know if I knew who was placing B.M.'s on cardboard and sitting them on his steps. I told him I had no clue. George then informed me that his blind son was conversing on a computer specifically built for those who could not see. His blind son had made a friend through a network on the internet. George was so proud and happy for his son and continued to explain his adoration until I woke.
Wednesday, March 03, 2010
From a dream II
....And last night, especially last night was a vivid one. A scene set in a dusty desert, and a car the same color. Early 90's Chrysler or Dodge in it's appearance. While the wind blew I tried to convince you. I told you to get into the beige junker and to take a ride with me. You would not. So I circled the car in an effort to present to you a noble chariot. It had it's normal 4 wheels. One wheel with the black highway grit rubbed on it's face with no hub cap. Another wheel had a white walled tire. The left front wheel had a plain hub cap. The 4th, the back left wheel shone our reflection so brightly it can hardly recall what was seen. It was a multi spoked 1970's luxury Cadillac hub cap. You were not impressed. I then showed you that the heap was also a convertible. I had never done this before, but I began to open the top. The convertible top was made of horse blanket wool and was scratchy but warm. The pattern was an exact replication of the flannel blanket on my bed with frills and all. Imagine my surprise when I noticed that the pattern that I love, the one on my blanket was now the top to this automobile. I remember you stood nonplussed. But what I remember most was the dust, the sun and the wind blowing.
I was in the garage of my father and on the wall hung it's normal adornments. A general assortment of cords, signs, golf clubs, train boards, a radio and more. One pair of shoes also hung from the wall. Knowing, but without knowing I knew they were his shoes. Beside that pair was a well worn sandal. I searched and searched for the other sandal. All through the garage I dug and I did not find it.
....And last night, especially last night was a vivid one. A scene set in a dusty desert, and a car the same color. Early 90's Chrysler or Dodge in it's appearance. While the wind blew I tried to convince you. I told you to get into the beige junker and to take a ride with me. You would not. So I circled the car in an effort to present to you a noble chariot. It had it's normal 4 wheels. One wheel with the black highway grit rubbed on it's face with no hub cap. Another wheel had a white walled tire. The left front wheel had a plain hub cap. The 4th, the back left wheel shone our reflection so brightly it can hardly recall what was seen. It was a multi spoked 1970's luxury Cadillac hub cap. You were not impressed. I then showed you that the heap was also a convertible. I had never done this before, but I began to open the top. The convertible top was made of horse blanket wool and was scratchy but warm. The pattern was an exact replication of the flannel blanket on my bed with frills and all. Imagine my surprise when I noticed that the pattern that I love, the one on my blanket was now the top to this automobile. I remember you stood nonplussed. But what I remember most was the dust, the sun and the wind blowing.
I was in the garage of my father and on the wall hung it's normal adornments. A general assortment of cords, signs, golf clubs, train boards, a radio and more. One pair of shoes also hung from the wall. Knowing, but without knowing I knew they were his shoes. Beside that pair was a well worn sandal. I searched and searched for the other sandal. All through the garage I dug and I did not find it.
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