{MARCH 15, 1988 (GREG IS 15, AND 25.)}
The fear happened in the dark night. I ran in between my bedroom and the living room, for I imagined finding a night walker outside staring at me.
I toughened up, standing Taxi Driver like.
I
looked in the window holding my stalker, but all I saw was ME, then
that ME mouthed: “I-AM-LOOKING-AT-YOU!” (33:365) (Pre-Dream using Jung's
book of Dreams)
{MARCH 15 1988, (GREG IS 15)}
Before
I can smash the window, a flood of water wipes away the ten year older
Greg. He disappears, like someone shaking an “Etch a Sketch”. Only
puddles of water are left. Is this when I go crazy? Was he a spirited
ghost? Should I follow the direction of the wave? Now I am shaken.
Hypnagogia article in Wikipedia.
By the sea shore. The sea breaks into the land, flooding everything. Then the dreamer is sitting on a lonely island. Jung, C. G. Dreams. New York: MJF, 1974. Print. pg 122
MARCH 16, 1988: GREG IS 27
…and
then after the Tsunami; I woke up wearing a striped conductor hat,
and overalls smelling the steam of the engine moving past the mountains
on my left. The mountains were the ones I remembered being in front
of my junior high school, years of torment and pain. I was thinking
just keep moving; don't look back at the 100 cars of Sugar
Beats.(40:365)
{HEADED NORTH BOUND}
MARCH 16, 5:00 A.M, 1988: (DANIEL IS 27)
I keep an eye on the oncoming tracks; everything is blanketed by a white-grey sheet of snow. January’s snow had not yet melted, and in parts there is a snow wall, on the side of the tracks, about six feet high. Looking at my Thermowatch, I see that the temperature outside is thirty-two degrees Fahrenheit. (41:365)MARCH 17TH 1988, DANIEL 19, ANGELA 18}
Angela picks me up. She is wearing a fur
coat. I can only imagine what is beneath the fur; perfumed imagination
makes my dick hard.
“ I have a present for you!”
She winks and circles her tongue around her red lips. She does this weird thing with her tongue against her brightened smile.
But all i can think of is: “But where's my father!?”
We wipe the snow from the window of her Mustang. She brushes up against me.(42:365)
{MARCH 17TH 1988 (ANGELA IS 18)}
Yes the road seems long when the journeys all alone for six hours on end, and never a soul in site.
Occasional tumbleweed blew across Interstate eighty. He's mom called...
waking me... Daniel's dad had been called away on business, and did not
want to strand him, so I came quickly…so now I am here.
(45:365)
Beckett, Samuel. Waiting for Godot; Tragicomedy in 2 Acts,. New York: Grove, 1954. Print.
Beckett, Samuel. Waiting for Godot; Tragicomedy in 2 Acts,. New York: Grove, 1954. Print.
{November 21, 1979 (Daniel is 5)}
Again and again the witch visited my dreams. She did it again, and I pulled up, my star wars bed sheets, over my head. I attempted to create a cave where the witch would not get me. Tonight was a repeat show; I alone had to kill this ugly hag, could I do it? (46:365)
{March 17th 1988 (Angela is 18)}
We
scrape the window of the Ford, ice has covered the windows. The
inside of the car has fogged up, as the car has been running since I
picked up Daniel from the train station. I wonder if I infatuate the
lonely wanderer, or if perhaps I am leading him astray.
We get warm inside. (47:365)
{March 17th 1988 (Daniel is 19)}
My hands ache warming up.
Angela drives determined.
I turn on “Wyoming Radio”. All I hear is crop
projections, sales of Mrs. Augers junk, and an occasional cowboy
crooner. Then I hear “Today, a Colombian Boeing 727, crashed into the
side of mountain, killing 143 passengers. There were no survivors.”
What were there fleeting thoughts?(48:365)
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