cumulus

i had spent a couple days
thinking
was the sunset more beautiful
in arizona
where it has an orange brilliance
or in the high desert of texas
where it has a beautiful rosy glow
to match the pink mountains

but, in the dream
i was in between
and it wasn't sunset
the sky was blue
with clouds
that somehow swept and towered all at once
and i was in a room
walls foot thick plaster
(or stucco or adobe)-- i really couldn't say
and there were bullet holes
going clear through the wall
i could look through them
like they were peep holes

it reminded me of the alamo
not like it is now
it's a really nice attraction now
but, when i was a kid
it was like
well, here's the alamo
just an old building on the street
and it seemed so small
and there were bullet holes in the wall
and it was hard to remember that a great battle
davie crockett and jim bowie dead

remember the alamo

they had rallied at the battle of san jacinto
san jacinto monument so large and overpowering
for a small child
to stand at the top
hair whipping in the wind
santa anna captured there

jars and markers

i dreamed
my brother gave me songs
in mason jars
open the lid and listen
and i had a small bottle around my neck
with a beautiful song
no one could understand the words
and there was more
but i can't remember

and there was a girl
who colored her hair
with colored markers
it was wild
but then they ran together
and she didn't like that much
but her hair looked kinda blue
i don't know if i knew her

and there were conversations
and there was sex
regular and straight-forward

i wish i could remember more

pool, tub, blanket

the first part was kinda sketchy
or rather
my memory of it is, sketchy, that is
i was giving gifts of clothes and jewelry
to my top five performers
current, under-rated, and, mostly, film
some were grateful
some were leery
one girl was very leery
but then
i was a yenta
and i introduced her to
someone perfect for her
and she forgot all about the gift

next
i was in a pool
i was doing something
some sort of underwater
near out of body experience
like when i did flips over and over when i was a kid
only different than that, but with thrashing
and then i surfaced and climbed the ladder, blissed out
but as i walked around the pool
i saw my friend
floating
unconscious
or drowned
and i called her jenny
she looked like mia kirshner
but more like she looked in exotica
and she was kind of jack-knifed, her ass the only part above water
and i pulled her out
milky-eyed
i pressed the water from her lungs
and then i pressed my mouth to hers, and blew breath into her
she awoke, aroused
and low
there was writhing and kissing and altered visions

then
you had dozens of young girls
beautiful nubile adoring
following you
your every move
worshipping you, almost
and i thought:
well of course
and i thought:
i hope it makes him feel powerful, godlike
strokes his ego
because that's important
i want him to have that
and i turned and started to go
and then i saw you
wrapped in two blankets
sitting in a tub of water

well, i was in a pool

i was in a pool
and i came up under one of those
float raft lounge thingies
there was a woman on it
i don't know who she was
i don't even think she was anybody
she was more like a symbol
i was trying to lift the raft up enough to get a breath
and she didn't want me to
it made me viscerally remember something i had forgotten
when my step-mother held me under water at the pool
not long enough to actually hurt me
just long enough for me to need to get free to breathe
and i jumped out of the pool
and i think what i did was scream
but i'm not sure
because i sort of disappeared for a minute
but when i came out of it
there was hair
everywhere
like my insides had been filled up with wet hair
it stuck to the tiled walls
making cryptic patterns
maybe spelling out something important

then
i was a pregnant teenaged trucker
and i don't know all the details
but i know i hadn't been taking my health all that seriously
not like doing anything stupid
but just not taking it easy at all
pretty much doing everything normally
and i was practicing some game
which involved blowing into something
using lung power
when suddenly
no breath would come out
not anymore
and i sunk down beside my rig
and i called my people
i said:
i know i act like i don't need anybody
and i'm sorry if that comes across as rude
i don't mean it that way
it's just the way i have to wind myself up
to keep myself going
and i'm really bad at asking for help
but, i do, i really need you

i had a transformation dream

a little girl
read a magic book
and as she said the magic words
she was transformed
into
a bull
like ferdinand out in the field eating grass
a donkey
like pinocchio on the island of lost boys
she tried to become human again
and she fought and swirled
into
a twister
trying to become
a little girl
once again
sometimes she wasn't aware
sometimes it hurt
and it went on quite a while
but when she was still again
when the dust had settled
she was a woman
but she had a monkey tail

to follow a drop of rain

there was a kitchen
large, with very high ceiling
architecture circa 1900 maybe
there was a big country table
huge windows
everything one might hope for in a kitchen
and we were papering the walls
using strips of paper
maybe 5 inches wide
there was a pattern
but i can't tell you precicely what is was
the color was a dark dark ultramarine blue
verging on a midnight inky indigo
and a ruddy russet-y red
in some places the paper was going right up
each piece against the other
in other sections
it was spaced
in some sections
there wasn't going to be any paper at all
it was all very deconstructed
but i don't really know what to make of that
my inclination in real life
would be to just paint it
whatever pattern would be way easier to paint
than to try to figure out how to hang wallpaper straight
much less some deconstructed pattern thing
it was really beautiful so far though
there was something about it
it looked like
well it was hard to tell if it was being put on
or stripped off
and there was raw ship lap board showing
but the color wasn't faded
it was intense

then
i was in a room
that looked a lot like a studio of a family friend
and there was a radio program
that i was listening to
had listened to
and was being discussed
all sort of simultaniously
in the dream
it was about following a raindrop
from where it landed
in a jack in the box parking lot
through all the rivers and aquifers and etc
on it's journey
and i'm pretty sure it ended up in oklahoma
but i have no idea why
and when i came out of this
tri-phasic trance
i had:
3 cerulean blue paintings
just little ones
that were a series: a river runs through it
and i had given an award
some really important impressive award
that i hadn't actually known i had authority to grant
to the radio program about following the raindrop
i was slightly startled
and disoriented
like i hadn't actually been in the room
but someplace else
and i wasn't sure
if i had painted the paintings
or what they meant
but the color was beautiful

when i woke up i was dreaming about buying lingerie-- for me-- curiouser and curiouser

i dreamed several things
which seemed, in the dream, somehow
to be related to one another

there was a yellow car
a pale creamy yellow
it was old, but well maintained
not a sports car, nothing fancy
but more like a late 70s pontiac lemans
than an 80s oldsmobile cutlass
and there was some sort of dragnet
closing in on
well, i thought it was on my man
and i was waiting for some sort of sign
but then, suddenly
they tagged the car
and i had to abandon it and go
i kept running over in my head
whether i had used poor planning or poor judgement
or just plain procrastinated too long
but i decided that i really had done the best i could
with the information i had, when i had it
it just sucked about the car, whatever

then
i was standing in a building
a tall building
with someone who, in my dream, was my brother
we were trying to look out the window
this whole section of wall was window
but it was roped off
maybe the floor wasn't safe to walk on
that's what they wanted us to think, anyway
i think it was being remodeled
there was that plastic stuff covering the window wall
and my brother was trying to see something
something we had seen before
something that meant something important
but i'm not sure exactly why it was important
it was a building
maybe a hotel
maybe an apartment building
and i'm not sure if the name had changed
from all those years ago
but now the name seemed to be: marseilles
or possibly marseillaise

then
i was watching a fashion show
in a department store
in the lingerie department
and the model, who wasn't all that thin
had on these lace panties
that were like a wide band around the hips
without much other fabric
they were like the boyshorts version of a g-string
if you know much about women's undergarments
and i wanted them
but i thought i wasn't up to them
and i turned to look at a full coverage kimono
and a woman turned to me
maybe it was the designer, maybe just a senior sales staffer
anyway, someone with authority of opinion
she said to me: no you make a mistake there
that wouldn't do you justice at all
too much fabric will only make you seem larger
you really need to have a little fun with it

roof, windows, lampshade and apples the size of a bowling ball, well almost

i dreamed
about a house
my mother bought
when she was trying to get custody
or
more accurately, perhaps
i dreamed of my cousin
she was a child again, i was
not
i was visiting her in her room
which, in the dream, was different
was a room that didn't really exist
but, in the dream, we both knew
it had been my room

and she said:
what i love most
about this room
is that it smells of
you
this touched me

there were smallish windows wrapping
around the walls, set high
above the line of sight
and the room used
to be a bathroom
her friends
pouring in the windows
startled
i looked up
ceiling gone
like i always thought
it should be
the roof
seemed
to breathe
aspirating against the stars

i escaped to the living room
a lamp with a bright yellow shade
my gaze couldn't evade
thought i tried
and on the shelves
in front of books
in front of stuff
in front of ..................... whatever
apples
in rows
neatly
some the size of a large fiji
some approaching ................. surreal
some approaching .........................
........................... mythic .......
..........................................

and my aunt
who didn't look
like my aunt
any of them
thin
haggard
harpy
hating

to her i said:
you know
my mother put a forty year roof
not that long ago
not realizing that
in this case
not that long ago
would mean
the time it takes
from birth til high school graduation
but still
it should be under warranty

she answered me:
get the hell out of here

bits and pieces

i have had some really interesting dreams
but they haven't stuck
i am not really happy about that
because they seem like they might have
had something interesting to tell me
but
what're ya gonna do
but
i just now remembered part of last night's dream
so i'll tell you what i can remember

i was at a movie theater
i had a baby with me
in one of those basket-like baby carriers
the kind you can set down
they are kinda awkward to carry
but that's all i ever saw people using
anyway, i was carrying the baby in one of those

i'm talking to the baby
i buy a small coke
there are counters set up
all over the place
and i get distracted by someone
who i guess is trying to sell be something
a book of coupons or tickets or something
i can't quite remember
the booth he's in
reminds me of those gypsy fortune teller machines
that used to be all over when i was a kid
but now you never see them
like the one in "big" you know the ones i mean

and i'm trying to find my theater number
and the whole place looks like a sports arena
or something, large and round, with doors going in
and i've had dreams about this sports place, thing, whatever
i know i've dreamed about it before
but i can't remember those dreams
and i don't know why i'm taking the baby to the movies
this kid is way too young for the movies

and there's more
more i can't remember
there's another person trying to sell me something
and my artful deflect
because i'm trying to get to the movie
and maybe there's a phone call
i vaguely remember a phone call
maybe to the babydaddy
which might be important, but i just can't remember

next thing i remember
i have somehow passed my number
and am irritated that i have to back-track
how could i have missed it the first time
but
there was nothing wrong with the baby
there was nothing wrong with me
nothing bad happened
this is like a big improvement over past baby dreams
i mean
i would have preferred to be interacting with the kid more
instead of mostly schlepping it around
and
i mean
it still doesn't make much sense
sports-stadium-movie-theater-with-predatory-vendors, whatever
me and spawn were tight

that dream i mentioned from before: look out the window, see the big picture, smell the earth

that dream i had
the one before i got this little cold-type-thing
it was very vivid
and it had a smell
my dreams don't usually have smells
it's very rare
so, right or wrong, i tend to think
it's supposed to give the dream emphasis
it has some message, importance

in this dream
i was living in sort of a modified dome
it kinda reminded me of these really pretty-big shelters
that they had at the big woodsy park a little ways out of town
bear creek, it was called
the park where my brownie troupe went for potlatch (or whatever)
the park where my friend C had her wedding reception picnic
the park had shelters the whole wedding reception used one
the brownie potlatch used three, i think

the dome reminded me of
these big concrete shelters
not like a geodesic dome
and it was earth sheltered
and somehow multi-leveled

i had a painting
i was on the highest level
and i reached out the window
and hung the painting on the side of a building
then i went down to the lower level
the window stretched across the entire wall
like a movie screen
above my head now that i was lower down

and the smell
the smell was earth
good clean earth smell

and i looked up
up and out the window
the painting was on the side of the building
and the building seemed somehow to be a mountain
or part of the mountain
or maybe in front of the mountain
it seemed like a skyscraper maybe
i'm not too clear on that
because the painting
which had been pretty good sized
was now enormous
like a giant vertical billboard
the perspective had shifted
and from my new vantage point
i could see the big picture
or something like that

i don't know if that was metaphor
or if it meant something specific
i want to say that you were standing there with me
but i didn't write that down, so i'm not positive

the important things
were:
the window
the perspective
the smell of earth

what do you think the smell of earth means?

stuff i can remember from my dreams

i have had some weird images in my dreams
when i woke up this morning
i felt like my fever had broken
although i hadn't really thought i had one

my hair was thin
like it had fallen out in clumps
i covered it with a veil
i covered the veil with dried fruits
there was something somewhat religious about it
or maybe it was holy, i'm not sure

i've had several where i was playing, or developing
computer games
and some where that mixed with the dream
some avatar pre-view inspired mash-up
"devil's lily pods"

i was working in san antonio
at an outdoor event
putting makeup on people
i left the table to go get sunblock so i wouldn't burn
it kept alternating between blinding sun
and rain rain rain

in another i was being audited by a company
for which i no longer worked, but they didn't seem to realize
and the the auditor really liked me
it was affecting her work and making me uncomfortable
i was living at my mother's house
but it wasn't much like her house actually looks
i went into the bathroom
there were shells stuck to the walls
they were all white like plaster
there was some netting trailing off the walls as well


it's all been less than coherent
though some of it has been fun
devil's lily pods involves lots of swinging through the air
there's a dream that i had before i got sick
that i wrote in my journal, but haven't gotten here yet
and i'll try to do that soon

this morning i thought you snagged me
just for a minute there
like being pulled out of body
temporarily
it might have just been a wishful quaking
if i'm lucky
maybe i'll dream of you tonight

strange dreams, don't know what they mean

last night i had a very strange dream cycle
now this may just be because i have a cold
i think it's a cold, might be allergy, but
i definitely do not have swine flu
i'm just not that sick
but my brain works differently when it's in repair mode
so the dreams were weird

the first of two parts that i remember
i was living in this house with other people
in the dream my mom owned it
one of the girls i lived with is a girl
who used to work for me
she was from the country
and she would use this phrase: i'm grain fed
the way i would use: i'm butch
i.e. to mean: i'm tough, i can handle what you throw at me, i can lift heavy objects
and i wasn't much like me i was young and pretty
and i had a lover who looked like apollo from battlestar gallactica
who i don't find attractive in real life, but in the dream, yes
and he wanted to take me away somewhere
and the house kept flooding, every day
which might come from a conversation that i had with my mom about venice
and i felt bad to be leaving grain-fed-girl to deal with the house
but i thought, if i can get rent from the people who live there
i can afford a small place of my own
i went into town
it was a western town
and i rented rooms above a shop for $200. a month
the bathroom was down the hall

then i was driving to a small town
i want to say it was in the midwest, but i'm not positive
it was a farming community, i know that
and i was going for some kind of festival
and the mayor was confused about basic details
and some people were telling me about the festival
and they said: the electricity will go out at 1pm
why is that, i asked them
well, it's all to do with the 13s
13th day of 13th month at 13:13 (that's 1:13)
yeah, i get the military time, i've had digital watches
well, the electricity goes out, that's all
and it makes things difficult for the festival

and then i was driving down the street again
i stopped at a light
and the rigid metal parts of my car went soft
like warm caramel
and when i started through the light
i left pieces of my car behind
it still drove fine, but i was concerned
i stopped and parked
and as i stepped away from the car
i had in my hands what i guess was the engine
but it was a silver box about 11"x17" with two small belts
one was broken and one seemed loose
otherwise it seemed functional but didn't look like a car engine

i needed to look under the hood
i needed to get back into the car to release it
but i couldn't find the key
so i went into an open sided barn
maybe just a covered horse area
opened my case and dug through it
there were many many necklaces
there were many many keys
there were these huge carved mother of pearl koi earrings
they were amazingly beautiful
but i couldn't find the key

these dreams are getting multi media

footage from a reality show, a sort of competition
done, i believe, at some university
teams were building constructions of food
it wasn't exactly cooking, they were told what
foodstuffs to use, it was focused on one team
they were almost done with the construction
beautiful tomato slices precariously balanced on top
and then some sugary item was thrown at them
that would ruin their building, it's taste anyway
when this one guy on the team pulls out a paint brush
and starts painting windows or something that wouldn't
significantly change the taste, saving the day
they play an inset screen of him painting the mane
of a horse on a fountain sculped cake
he is the only person to ever get .999 in the artistic category

then the hero is knocking on a door
other: how did you find me here?
door opens enough to see it is a small room with a massage table and a toilet and the other is wearing only a towel
hero: i came by and they told me you were getting a message and to come back in two hours.
hero goes in and sits down on the toilet, the other sits on the table
other: it was presumptuous of you to come here.
hero: maybe, but we have a history and i need you to tell them i'm okay to go back into the field.
other: you don't seem okay to me at all.
hero: i've just come from some akward situations and i'm a little shaken, but i assure you, in the field that will never be a problem.
other: i'm sorry, there is a reason that they rotate people out of battle situations, they stay in too long, they get
hero: NO you don't understand. i need to go back.
other: ...just like you are right now. sorry.

documentary about conjoined twins
there is commentary but it's of the blah blah blah variety
it's very technical and the speaker is off camera
the visual is close up footage of the surgery
to separate the twins
they were joined fully somewhere-- waist, hip, lower chest
but the closeups kept focusing on the right hand of the larger twin
his hand was embedded in the side of his twin
as though, in utero, developmentally protectively holding

our hero walks through the lanscape
it reminds me of that canyon in california
the one they used for all those westerns
or at least i have the same sense of
"wait, i've been here before"
that i got the first time i drove through it
but our hero's landscape is dry, barren but populated
there's something sort of postman or mad max-ish about the world
that you just can't put your finger on
and why is he travelling on foot
he walks up to a building
there is a pattern on the ground in front of the building
which continues onto the porch
and up to the front of the building
it's a simple structure, like a lodge or a large log cabin
but it is visible from a great distance due to the patterning
which is simple and geometric and achieved with concrete
and clay, and wood-- things readily available
he walks up to the door
on the door is a phrase:

and tonight i shall cook on what i call a real stove
for i am a member

he opens the door
he disappears inside

news footage
somewhere in asia
a child was found
he had wandered off alone
had been at an amusement park
had been knocked unconscious somehow
his hand had fallen into a snowdrift
several of his fingers had been badly frostbitten

i was following our hero now
i was seeing all these things through my own eyes
the lodges were safehouses
the members could communicate with each other
there were always amenities, but they were different
whatever was available in a given area
the members would have it at the lodge house
the colors were different, but the pattern was the same
i didn't know if the color had any significance, or if
it was just based on materials available locally
i saw a man, spoke with him
the tips of his fingers were a lighter color than
the rest of his hand
sitting at a long table
inside one of the lodges
i spoke with an angry asian woman who wanted redress
her child's hand had been damaged
there was some kind of juice in a pitcher on the table
some kind of food was available to all who waited
apparently the lodges served as field courts
my attention was distracted
i was trying to listen to the hero
he had gone into a side room
with someone in a uniform
they had a heated discussion
of which
i couldn't hear
a word

still the dream escapes me but i thought of you when i bought the red orange cardigan-- first clothing purchase of the year

i can't remember my dreams from last night
i know there was something really interesting
that i really wanted to share
but
it all slipped just out of reach
i can feel it, just there
there's a good chance something may trigger it
so
maybe it's not gone completely
so
why am i writing this
i've no dream to recount tale
really
just because i miss you
and i wonder what your days are like
and i wonder
other things
and i just want to talk to you
and i guess
i could make up a dream
but i haven't done that yet
and i'm not going to start now
later today
i will either have remembered the dream
or
maybe i'll have some story to tell

and it's back to the bronx for game 6

man
that was a little bit of a nail biter

everything is more than one thing, apparently

my dreams the last two days have been
kind of a weird mash of stuff

in one someone had given me a truck
a really big red truck
not new
not like an old classic
just a whaddayacallit, late model
i was thinking about how great it was
that they'd given me this truck, even though it was
really too big for me to be comfortable driving
in the dark night, in a semi-deserted parking lot
so i was like kind of happy reverie and alert wary
all at the same time
getting out my keys

in another
i was working, but i guess i was working on my own thing
and there was really a need for deployment
so at some point the other person was like:
can you actually do something useful
so i start to restock
but first i need to clean
and then the boss comes by and tells me i'm not
doing it all fast enough
then i take a break, and i'm talking to this girl
and then her break is over
and one of the guys looks over and taps his watch
and i'm like holy-jebus-WTF i've got three more minutes
then i get off work and i go to try to iron out a problem
i have with this woman who has a shop
she thinks i'm trying to run some scam on her, but i'm not
she is just confused
and finally, to get her to understand how i'm NOT scamming her
i actually have to sort of misrepresent
because she just can't understand the situation
it was really weird

if these are the NEW stress dreams i'm going to get
i'm not liking em

the yankees are depressing me

F^CK F^CK F^CK

F^CK F^CK F^CK



ALRIGHT JAYSON WERTH (ok it's spelled right now)



god dammit NOW swisher's bat gets hot????!!!!



well, if it hits the camera, that's a homer

this is a dream not a movie pitch

there were parts
where it seemed like the main character was me
like an alternate universe version of me
i was in my twenties
i had different problems, issues
but the upshot was that i couldn't
find a place that felt like home

i lived with my father, well, sort of
a mad men version of my father
in a studio apartment that was almost completely
filled with his desk and easel
and i was continually doing things to service his needs

i lived with my step father, well, sort of
a less internally inconsistent version
one who didn't take classes at the esoteric philosophy center
one who wasn't also a rabid NRA member
who woke up at night with nightmares from the nam
who i was alway sure in the back of my head
would half wake be confused about where he was and kill us all
not that guy
the guy who watched television
the guy who was supposed to be from los angeles, but sounded
like he was from arkansas, ag major from chico state, part of him
and the apartment was small, but it had good bones
and i was so bored that i just kept moving the furniture around
moving the ficus from beside the tv to between the windows
watching the patterns of light and shadow in the room change

then i'm not sure where i was
there was a movie on the tv
and the early bits i'm not sure i knew were on the tv
but later i stopped paying attention
but then people kept asking me:
did you see that? did you see the scene with x,y,z?

the early part of the movie there was a girl
extremely similar to the one i was in the dream
except that she would live in other people's homes
she'd break in to their apartments while they were out of town
or go from one to another to match work schedules
but people started to realize she was doing it
they would leave her threatening notes, first
then they would get fancy locks and alarm systems
she didn't steal anything, well, maybe from the refrigerator
but she was violating their space, egregiously
i don't know if it was clear in the movie why
she was homeless
but was there more to that story?
in the film she seemed to be kind of a grifter
but not like a "the gifters" grifter, more like
a "housesitter" grifter

and there is a scene where she takes this woman
this woman who is older and more sophisticated
she takes her "back to her place"
and there's a chain on the door and people start screaming
how she better leave and they are calling the police
and she and the woman kiss

and i stopped watching it
i don't know
there was something very douglas sirk about it
i figured it would end badly for the anti-heroine
and i just had other things to do

but then the person who was my brother in the dream
who i guess i was living with now
said: wow, did you see the love scene did you see the ending
and i hadn't, so i found those scenes and i watched them

the love scene isn't that one outside the locked house
the older woman apparently misunderstood the significance
didn't realize girl was homeless and thought, i'm not sure what
she went away and didn't see the main character anymore
some amount of time passes in which they are both
a la sirk miserable but suffering nobly
and they see each other again at a party
and when i say older, i should maybe qualify, not old
but maybe thirteen years older than the girl, which is not anymore
than my father was than his third wife, so not biggie, right
and the scene was just mesmerizing
i'm not sure i could write dialog to do it justice
it was almost more about the color and the framing
but something about how
whatever it was that had been keeping them apart
she didn't care couldn't care because it was only with her
that she had any real chance for her soul to know peace
but like with frank langella eyes
high melodrama but done so well that you let it take you there

and in the end the older woman, it turns out, has been
living with the widower of her dead sister
because this is the 50s and what else was she supposed to do
he begs her not to go he loves her he needs her
he already lost her sister and she's all he has left
and he looks at her in a way that makes it clear that she sleeps with him
that it started with this need to comfort each other after her sister's
tragic death years ago and they've been using each other ever since
and she looks at him and says:
you had to know
that our arrangement couldn't last forever
and she turns and walks away
he reaches out a hand but it touches nothing

and then the camera pans away
and focuses on this old wooden bench
which is in the lower right of the shot, kind of a down shot
the bench has writing carved into it, it says:

REYNARD PARISH
SURFACED PLAYGROUND

which might be the name of the movie, surfaced playground

and i was thinking surfaced was like cement but
that's actually what they call that rubber stuff
that they use for kid's play areas now
so they can't hurt themselves when they fall

and then i'm walking into a mall or something
starting a new job
in the crowd i pass this guy
he is good looking and he has these beautiful dreds
and i notice all that, but i'm trying to read his t-shirt
which is gray on gray and i think it might say:
REYNARD PARISH
SURFACED PLAYGROUND
but it doesn't, it says something about a sports dept. at some school
but i looked at him too long
and one of the guys with him walks up and around me
looking at me and chuckling at me
and i'm like: dude, i was reading his shirt, that's all
and he's like: uh huh, sure
and he's in front of me now, but he's going the same way i need to go
so it seems like i'm following him
and i'm going to the bathroom before work
so i'm going into the movie theater
climbing three flights of stairs
and everything is this pattern in red and blue
florescent red and blue and then red and blue foils
in this explosive firework design

and as i'm climbing i think
this cannot possibly be the nearest bathroom

first let me say something, and then on to last night's dream

i didn't comment on game 2
but then i feel like i've set it up
to comment on each game, so i feel weird
so i will just say:
i appreciate the excellent pitching
much better when it's my team doing it
and A-Rod is still hitless
i never would have believed that

now, on to the dream

i was entered in some sort of competition
which i didn't really mean to be in
it was a competition to make pizza's
not like the most pizza's, but rather
like a quality thing
now, i have topped pizzas before
but i've never made crust
i wasn't too concerned about it because i didn't care
i hadn't even meant to enter, afterall, but then
people kept coming up to me and telling me
what big fans they were and how they had always
wanted to see me make pizza
and people i respected were looking at this to see
if they wanted me to work with them
so i started to freak a bit
but this really beautiful girl handed me a piece of paper
with a basic recipe for crust on it, like mimeographed
and i'm like: ok, i'm fine now, i just have to know the basic
chemistry of the gluten or whatever
and there were tables with jars of olive oil
that's how we chose our workstation, by the type of olive oil
and the beautiful girl, who i guess i knew, said:
come work with me there are two bottles here of _________
i can't remember the name, but it was the type i wanted
some very aromatic very green really beautiful olive oil
yes i'm an olive oil geek, there, it's out
but the station wasn't really big enough for two, and so
it was kinda disorganized
and there were two guys working at the station next to us
they were gay
and i was talking myself through what i was doing
which is not at all unusual for me
and they thought i was funny
so they were laughing
i was digging it
so i started
making
with
the
funny
and i was having so much fun that i completely forgot
that i was in this competition
started laughing so hard i was almost crying
and then i'm like:
oh fuck
where was that little piece of paper again
and i had to dig through a bunch of shit
and the beautiful girl said:
just ask me
it was so fun
i was so in the moment
i didn't care about the competition
or all the people watching me
and then i'm like:
oh shit, is this timed
and the beautiful girl said:
technically yes, but nobody knows how much time there is
so don't worry about it
and i didn't