he didnt ask her what she didhe didnt
ask anybody what they did
hed
ask Whaya readin
she said her own volition
I apologise again please I don know whatha is
I’m an ecopsychologist.
took him a momenthad to taffypull
the two apart
ahmade
sense see a human being the natural
world as one not separate treat them
accordingly
I didnt
know thawas a thing How longs it been
around
It specifically, Eightynine, out
of Berkeley.
Are you attending Berkeley
I wish no, my mentor did. He
encouraged me to travel to Asia, take in their holistic, Eastern if you will, practisesapproaches
to healing, compare them to the West’s.
Was a
no-brainer.
Have a Masters degree
Yes.
Youll excuse me all to Hell ya look like at teenager just beginning
college
I’m twentynine.
I woudnt have guessed Keep it up kiddo at fifty youll look thirty
Thank you
their conversation sprawled
she journaled he wrote
they dreamed
he could lucid dream
she said she couldnt
he strongly
encouraged her continue trying
Use an
appealing white noise to leap from into a priorconceived scenario place when
dreaming walking past a tablepause touch it feel its texturethe warmth of the woodmaybe
warmed in the sun cool if evening try little
thingssubtle things it will progress
she asked how lucidwhat could he
command
Anything
Dreaming nothing is impossible
I can fly I can breathe underwater
he met her months ago
waking this morning he thought of
her
dreamt
found himself in an unknown
kitchen with an unknown womanhe
rarely dreamed of people he knew she was wearing a crisp 50s housedress a gingham
bibbedapron stood at the sink looking pensively out the window distracted
the dream was to have him interrupt herask what she was thinking
instead
he
walked up behind hersnatched her at the waist began spinning her like a
fourspoked baton halted she upsidedown her apron dress fallen over
her face he
had only seen it opaquelyreflected in the kitchen window
bit each cheek clothed in her white cotton pantiesnot too hard hard enough to make her bark like a happy dog
expecting a bone
why ask
it was his dream
midnightAM
dream, Monday, 25 9.
23
1032, Thursday,
28 9. 23
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