i was working for this guy
after i woke up
i realized it was an actual guy i used to work with/for
right after i graduated from high school
so then i was trying to think of what he represented
because i haven't thought of him in years
and we weren't best friends or anything
in the dream
i was bagging coffee for these people
and i was trying to find an open bag
or the right sized bag
or something
it was some special roast
guatemala
maybe french roast
and when i opened the bag
the coffee was full of beautiful bright red rose petals
and i think they were getting it for some holiday
tony dasher (the guy)
was someone i worked with at the book store
he was tall
he was gay
and i just don't know why i would be dreaming about him
he wasn't all that important in the absolute scheme of things
he did tell me once that:
five strange black men could walk into this room
and you would think i liked each and every one of them
better than i like you
which was, i think, his way of saying
that i had self esteem issues
and maybe i still do
why else would i dream of him
last night
i was in this mall
with this guy
who i'm pretty sure
i've never known
and he was much younger than me
i'm not sure if i was trying to make time with him or what
but i wasn't just especially attracted to him
but maybe the dream me was
because it did kinda seem like a date
and the ceiling had moving clouds
like some special effect
on a ride at disneyworld
and we were taking some kind of drug
and then i was driving
and the wheels on the right side kept slipping
off the edge of the ravine
but i was kinda bumping along behind the other cars
like it was some great e-ticket thrill ride
then i was in this room
maybe underground
and maybe it was more than one room
or there were arches and alcoves and such, anyway
i walked up to this thing
i'm not sure what to call it
if you've ever seen a big mishmash of old tray type on a table
like people collected back in the 1970s, remember
well, kinda like that, but not quite
because it was animated, maybe
like the typewriter in the movie naked lunch
so i lay my fingers over it
press on parts of it
and suddenly
up springs this whirly-gig insectoid
that i have created with my impressions on the type
that's all i can remember
