And then the dream...
I woke up under a blackened sky confused, not knowing where I was. Five minutes beofre I had been in the kitchen with my girlfriend doing dishes and five minutes before that I had been asleep. Acustomed as I was to extended disorientation after sleep I wondered again, "Where am I??"
It almost seemed that I was back at college and eerily I knew without question that it was a Sunday night though if you asked me my name I'd have to think about it. Got in my car and went to the store.
Saw all the unfamiliar things. I was in a college town. Encountered a man without shoes and another who was lonely and wanted to chat. I never spoke. Smile and nod to the unknown things. They weren't real anyway.
They didn't have what I wanted so I called the Godess and she s/d come on home. I went the wrong way and passed a priest talking to a man the same age on the corner. Was Death picking someone up?? The sky seemed to be darker and as I stared at the cassock the priest wore I thought he could be the Boogey Man to someone. And perhaps he was.
Arriving at back at the place I just knew where to return to (I feel like a pigeon), I see Opportunity sitting by the tree. He is wearing a mask that makes him look like a pinhead (not THE Pinhead). He's reflecting me for not being as free as I can be right now.
He fades and I go inside to think about it. Again.
The Goddess greets me and I kneel in front of the boiling pot to show her I adore her. And this ends with the sound of our breathing.
It almost seemed that I was back at college and eerily I knew without question that it was a Sunday night though if you asked me my name I'd have to think about it. Got in my car and went to the store.
Saw all the unfamiliar things. I was in a college town. Encountered a man without shoes and another who was lonely and wanted to chat. I never spoke. Smile and nod to the unknown things. They weren't real anyway.
They didn't have what I wanted so I called the Godess and she s/d come on home. I went the wrong way and passed a priest talking to a man the same age on the corner. Was Death picking someone up?? The sky seemed to be darker and as I stared at the cassock the priest wore I thought he could be the Boogey Man to someone. And perhaps he was.
Arriving at back at the place I just knew where to return to (I feel like a pigeon), I see Opportunity sitting by the tree. He is wearing a mask that makes him look like a pinhead (not THE Pinhead). He's reflecting me for not being as free as I can be right now.
He fades and I go inside to think about it. Again.
The Goddess greets me and I kneel in front of the boiling pot to show her I adore her. And this ends with the sound of our breathing.
5 Comments:
At 9:10 AM, October 03, 2005 ,
Anonymous said...
wow. very intense.
At 2:12 PM, October 03, 2005 ,
-G.D. said...
like totally, dude. ;-)
No, seriously.
That is one trippy spaghetti run. Very telling. I wish you would have decyphered the imagery that you witnessed. I'm of the school of thought that everything has a meaning. I'm so tempted to take a stab at trying to define all of these visual encounters, but I won't. The trip and all its symbols was yours.
Your trust in Goddess and her boiling pot is so very touching. She took note.
At 2:13 PM, October 03, 2005 ,
-G.D. said...
spell check is for geeks
At 10:36 PM, October 03, 2005 ,
Footprint said...
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At 10:38 PM, October 03, 2005 ,
Footprint said...
MITZEE: Thanks. I don't try to be but this is how it is. I am waiting for you to write something dark on your blog.
G.D.: Yea, people sometimes ask where I draw my stuff from. This is real life for me. The truth is stranger that fiction. I am glad that my goddess received my petition. "I never did drugs. I am drugs." - Salvador Dali.
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