he was struggling and that was saying something
Its hard to put into words
I think that’s
fair to say about dreams.
Yes Though usually I have the words
Given the dreams you’ve shared
with me I would agree, but hell, I can’t even remember if I dreamed let alone
what I dreamed.
Commitment
You always say . . so commitgive
me what you got, maybe, again as you also say, relating what you remember will
fire . a neuron.
stupid grin crawled across his face
No thats your terminology I don use it
Well be that as it may, that’s
what you need to fire.
Ah sciences high priest pray for me while I dig
in This aint got nothing to do with a rain
of fire
Awright. I’ll listen.
slipping back into the plastic brightyellow Adirondack
chair he crossed his arms over his chestcrossed his ankles
then suddensittingforward he grabbed
his Corona and lime by its skinny neck then sat back
To keep my mind lubricated.
Quite the dramatics
Hellyah, once you take the floor I’ll
not get a word in edgewise.
No because yare listening
haltingly he nodded
looked something
like a Ken doll trying to blow himself an almost there realised he didnt have
a cock dirty Mattel gods but Barbie didnt have nipples or genitalia
either
That’s right, I’m listening, so
let’s get this show on the road. Begin.
the House lights dimmed
I entered a bedroom It wasnt mine
Three women were in bed
They were naked postured helter skelter their limbs overlayingentwined
I admired them
Then a vibration from all around me I mean all around top of my headbottoms of my feet the women began to fade to disappear an disappearing they seemed to become gelatinous
amorphic
Then rather they became distortedhomogeneous a vague silvering occasional punctuatedsudden
white pinpoints
aquiver
I thought to I tried not to blink prolonged my stare in hopes that perhaps
my tears would scrub the distortion help
me see
They slippedslithered around the
bed rose midair then ascended like smoke an roiledspread over the
ceiling
Washing down the walls they surrounded me engulfed me like jellyfish he
cleared his throat
Medusozoan
I had no defenses
An beyond me I realised that men
had no defenses Ive never felt so helpless in my life
So you woke up, because you
can, you escaped, by your lucid dreaming.
No I didnt
I
believe I was ingested or felt what must
be the sensation of disintegrating Darkness enveloped me
Fade Out
Then I was in another dream but my dreaming-me was fraughtinvested in the earlier one Whaever presented then
was pixelated asif viewing a painting too close up a slurry
visual white noise
We
were obsessedpuzzled by the prior dream
Eventually my cat leftie leapt into bed an woke me
JesusChrist, better pinch me . . feels
like I’m dreaming.
1432, Thursday,
25 8. 22
1229, Sunday,
28 8. 22
