Some kind of uncanny multi-platformed tilting sky=barge which required feeling of ID, loss of security, to enter, seat taken, woman leaving, but already detaching from dock, too late, me and mother, seat 24, hill that was giving the impression of being very almost play-doh Kelly green and spring-like, me running over it, sort of fast many-framed movement up and slanted, Brian Jones , the massacre being of many women across times where he has faded out of existence to continue somewhere else in a different time at the next one, me, some south Asian tropical older woman, etc., but feeling empathy, , forgiveness, an attenuated and sexless unphysical dream attraction, before that the moon shaped pool-colored silvery dream of personal birthday party, w/ all guests, B and E both present, and it all being OK, some kind of chimpanzee/ape writhing around forward and a walk down in the dream, at the mall, and it being offered to me as to pet, me refusing, saying something purposefulyl funny, couldn’t I give it (hand gesture) something ____ or a ____, cant remember the words, but did upon first glimpse of waking up after that first dream
Hey its ALL OK
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