The dream she June 4, 2024
It was that dream between waking and sleep that comes just before the real waking, the memory of which lingers on beyond dawn, haunting, physical, realer than real, heavy endowed with all those feelings that the brain filters out during ordinary consciousness.
She wasn’t in the dream per se, at least, not the she I’m
talking about. She doesn’t look like the she in the dream, the she from back
then, blonde, not brunette, shorter than the memory person, yet with the same
intense stare and deep, dark, mysterious eyes,
And because this dream she was with someone else, I
naturally got jealous.
She wasn’t in the dream from the start.
The dream began in The Bronx of all places, in an apartment
filled with the contemporary version of hippies, and I was there with my
guitars and my music, and my cameras, playing a bit before they raised serious
questions about whether or not I liked Elvis, and when I said, I did, they
accused him of being racist and asked us to leave.
I struggled to find everything I had come there with and was
out on the street when I got sidetracked and lost the people I was with at the
subway.
Actually I don't know whether they went down into the Subway
or not but I looked down the street didn't see them then went down to the
subway and got completely confused as to which train I should take and
ultimately wound up finding my way back to New Jersey.
At this point, I arrived at a political picnic where the
mayor of the town I currently cover was in a neck brace and needed to be spoon
fed, and my dream-she was helping to keep him fed, but I suspected it was more
than that, and all those old feelings from back in those terribly confusing
times came roaring back into me.
As I said this was contemporary not in the past and though
the feelings I had about this woman with the same as back then he didn't look
or sound like her but in a dream skate like this everything gets twisted up and
so obviously my posting of old journals is having a emotional effect on me even
down into my psyche.
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