The Initial Dreams of Jung

{November 21, 1979 (Daniel is 5)} 
Again and again the witch visited my dreams. She came as a woman in a black veil.  I could hear her weep beneath the veil.  She wept again and again as the tears filled up my room.   Tears kept coming and a foot of water pooled at the side of my bed.  And the water heaved; expanding into a pool besides my bed. 

She wept again, and I pulled up, my "Star-Wars" flannel bed sheets, I climbed underneath the covers and laid in curled up and sucked my thumb.   I attempted to create a cave where the witch would not get me. 

The flannel cave was free of any light. I was enclosed in darkness.    

But then I would fall asleep again the woman with a black veil would come into my room.   
I could hear the cries outside the cave.  

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Story Bits 7:365

MARCH 17TH 1988, DANIEL 19, ANGELA 18}

Angela picks Daniel up.  

She is wearing a fur coat and oozes the fifty foot woman savage appeal of Yvette Vicker's.  Yvette Vickers in her youth, the one that owned the Playboy Centerfold in July 1959.   The centerfold shot that had turned on the photographer Russ Meyer with a savage heat. 

Angela, Angela had a cat, she whacked it with her baseball bat, and then she made a coat of it.

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She makes him yelp, and awakens the savage wolf in him; He can only imagine what is beneath the fur; perfumed imagination makes his dick bulge beneath his chino pants.  Angela sees that his dick is hard.  But the cold air makes his penis the incredible shrinking kind.

“I have a present for you!” 

"Oh yes," Daniel thinks silently, "can we dance the tongue tango."

   He feels like a puppy before a bone held up high, he wants to jump for it.   He thinks and wishes that all night devouring that naughty smile.   He wants to wear her in all sorts of positions. Sex and savage yearnings are awakened inside Daniel like a young pup before a bone promised by his owner.

She winks and circles her tongue around her red lips. She does this weird thing with her tongue against her brightened smile.  Angela knows her effect on Daniel.

But then a guilty feeling sneaks in, and attempts to destroy the moment.

Daniel thinks to himself, “But my father was supposed to pick me up; we had planned a whole week of going fishing in Jackson's Hole Wyoming, so where's my father!?”

Angela and Daniel wipe the snow from the window of her orange Mustang.  She continues to attempt to brush up against him.  She wants him, but wants him to have to work for their moment together.  She wants this shy boy to be a man and lead her in that tango.

Biblio Klept

Found on Biblio Klept it was too good not to share:


They seem to be talking about Freud and Jung too of my favorite psychologists and especially about dreaming and dream's significance.   I hope you enjoyed the video.

Story Bits 6:365

Ca Ca Birds

I use to call crows,  birds ca-ca birds, or short ca-ca.  
"Dad mom look at the cacas!"  
Its like an arma-dildo instead of an armadillo. 

Story Bits 5:365

So you leave highway ten and head on up the Georgia Florida Highway, not too fast mind you because the Courthouse is dead ahead, if you go to fast you’ll end up like those boys from Perry did, high and dry on the court house steps. You will pass the signs of modernity that read “Subway”, “Winn Dixie”, and Chicken Delite on the left.  Now you take the bend past the boarded up Ace Hardware,  pass the Episcopal church painted the same color as the original train depot , turn left at the three story yellow Victorian house that use to be there (it stood the torment of time before a fire caused by faulty wiring by an amateur electrician), and find the lawn that is brighter than a star that has gone super-nova.   Now you are at my in-laws lovely place in Monticello Florida.

(Idea came from Eudora Welty's description in her Short Story Where is the Voice Coming From).

So you leave Four Corners and head west on Nathan B. Forrest Road, past the Surplus & Salvage, not much beyond the Kum Back Drive-In and Trailer Camp, not as far as where the signs starts saying "Live Bait," "Used Parts," "Fireworks," "Peaches," and "Sister Peebles Reader and Adviser." Turn before you hit the city limits and duck back towards the I.C. tracks. And his street's been paved.

Story Bit 4:365

I was a purple clad Viking lover, red white and blue flag waving, parade loving, three foot celebration of a tale. The tale that filled up my dreaming life was the one told about a lake house in North Dakota. 

I dreamt of flying above the lake like a Canadian goose.  I then would go over the Canadian Rockies and feel the ragged cliffs under my wing. 

Only I was wearing cute little mouse ears on my head. I was told that if I wore the hat my dreams would surely come true; kind of like Dumbo holding onto that feather, I could dream big when I wore my Mickey Mouse Club hat.  M.I.C-K.E.Y. Because we love you! M.O.U.S.E.  Mickey Mouse forever wave your banner high...then my dreams would switch and I would be in a Sun Fish boat sailing in the gulf of Mexico.   The surface of the gulf was not crstaline, and the waves threatened to pull my small boat down. down down.  I would be washed away from the safety of my boat... and fall fall fall ending up collecting rocks from the bottom of the Gulf. And then I would begin swimming, at first I went too fast and had to tread water just to catch my breath.

My body felt like a hundred pounds was pulling me to my grave deep beneath the sea.   But then I would pray and promise to be a good child if only I could get through this...promising God to respect my parents more and then I would be stuck in a net.  I could not get out and as I tried harder and harder the net began to tangle around my naked body.  There was no escape...buzz buzz buzz the alarm sounded and I awoke catching my breath.(this is a rewrite from an earlier post on Tending Turnips in da 863.) 

Writers Block

I signed up for April Script Writing Month from my friends at Nano (national Writers Month).   The column of advice from Lydia Carnell was excellent.  I recommend all of you writers to check it out.  The key paragraph was:

But in the mortal realm, here is some practical advice: when you’re on a deadline, just sit down and turn on a kitchen timer. Set it for 20 minutes, and do not move until you’ve written a sentence, a paragraph or a page. Act as if a benevolent force of love exists that is always guiding you. Ask this force, the Universe, your Source, your loving higher Power, your inner-self, for the next indicated sentence. Write down the first thing that comes into your mind. This will help you to let go, face your writer’s block, and get back on track.

Story Bit 3:365

I drove my Honda Odyssey to visit my parents in Sarasota.  I knew I needed to go north. But north had been cut off due to a bad accident between a motorcycle and a cement mixer.   The only way to go was south.  I found my way to the tip of Lake Okeechobee.   

At the lake there was one lone fisherman who had not caught anything the whole day.   

"Hey you knew if there is anyone sellin' dynamite down yonder?" 

  I shrugged the universal code that means “Not sure man!”   

The sky started to turn a strange purpleblackblue and that’s when it happened.  The lake sucked up and from the lake emerged a giant red crablike thing.   It approached my Honda.  It grabbed the van with one of his red claws.  Then it opened a wide chasm.  The fisherman stood mouth dropped and was pointing at the monstrosity.  

It gulped the van down in one bite.  It burped a noxious smelling protoplasm.  Then it went back into the midst of the lake.   I was cut off from my home, and how was I going to get back now? 

 
I was to busy to notice, the silver UFO passing in the starry night.(this is a rewrite from an earlier post on Tending Turnips in da 863.) 

Story Bit 2:365

Bernard, age seven, wears a purple and gold Minnesota vikings uniform, a gift from his grandfather who lives in Minnesota.  But he lives here in Colorado and spends a lot of afternoons feeding ducks in Washington Park with his grandma Pearl.   The ducks are his friends.   Her blue Oldsmobile is parked at South high school, where the Gargoyles of Denver perch. She tells him stories of Jewish Lore of a long time ago, and a village far far away, a place she calls Suffern New York.   She speaks of the Golem of Suffern, something that was a secret only known to the Rothbard family.  A creature that protected the Rothbard family from the terrors of the twentieth century.   

Ripples on the lake Spread Out!

Story 1:365 (Rewrite)

Are gargoyles real?” Bernard asked his Grandma.

“As real as the Saber tooth tiger in the museum! As real as your Grandfather's swan dives into New York Lakes.  As real as the famous Golem that protected our village in New York!”

Bernard recalls the facts about the Saber tooth tiger;  the great mammal lived between 33.7 million and 9,000 years ago. They were very strong.  And that Saber-tooths  could easily kill a human with a swipe of their awesome paws...And those fangs looked like daggers, only white porcelain tips hanging from a furry mouth, like stalactites in a cave.   Bernard shivered from his nightmare-daydream.  Then he dropped a quarter into the donation box.  The donation box had a plastic Sabor Tooth head mounted on a glass box, when you dropped money into the box the cat would growl.  He dropped his penny into an assortment of coins, dollars and miscellaneous debris, and the cat did growl a terrorizing sound.