I usually do a li journal at the end of my regular blogs. Just something to remember the strange dreams of this Ny harvested artist. I figured they deserved their own blog since , lately the duration between the coincidence of my dreams and the happenings of my life have been smaller and smaller. You don't have to believe me readers, and i'll totally understand if you don't think what has happened is real either. I don't believe it half the time - and unless i'd told someone else i'd have thought it just happenstance. But since a lot of them seem to involve the health of others, i figure it only right if they are in fact some sort of foresight... if i can do anything to prevent tragedy then - well i'll just look like a weirdo...i'm sure i've done stranger things.
I don't remember my dreams last night. but the night before was rather peculiar . I was walking with my mother, Elizabeth. And for anyone who knows my mother that is strange. She doesn't walk many places these days. The lithium she was prescribed for her bi-polar disorder caused edema of the lower body. her legs and organs fill up with blood if she's on her feet too long. Turning her skin a strange purple like a bruise. But here she was walking with me. Her voice was the same. Her face as well. Only she wore black. A little hat similar to the one i just purchased with a lil bow and veil on it. A pencil skirt and a blouse. She looked like a well-to-do widow. We were on the bustling streets of manhattan's 34th street. Thousands of Asian Merchants were selling their wares on the streets. A sea of people. This might have something to do with the earthquake hitting japan. My hopes and thoughts are heavy on the japanese people right now so that is understandable. But what was strange about it was the only thing they'd say to me was " Did you kill the mockingbird?" -- merchant after merchant. Like it was a joke. When i answered no they turned away as if i told them i was only looking and not interested in buying.
A woman walks out into the street at 34th and broadway near the victoria secret and nearly walks in front of a bus. I thought it was my little sister for a moment but she seemed to disappear in the crowd.
traffic streams on even tho there is a street fair. They seemed to disappear with the tide of the oncoming traffic. A tall japanese woman asked me again while the traffic roared past her tent. " Did you kill the mocking bird? in almost a chuckle.
I say to her " Its funny. i think i heard one the other day" recalling a memory in my waking life that i'm not sure i ever really had. I never read the book. I'm not sure i want to. i think to myself.
Then she too turns away and disappears in the streaming traffic.
~end~
I don't remember my dreams last night. but the night before was rather peculiar . I was walking with my mother, Elizabeth. And for anyone who knows my mother that is strange. She doesn't walk many places these days. The lithium she was prescribed for her bi-polar disorder caused edema of the lower body. her legs and organs fill up with blood if she's on her feet too long. Turning her skin a strange purple like a bruise. But here she was walking with me. Her voice was the same. Her face as well. Only she wore black. A little hat similar to the one i just purchased with a lil bow and veil on it. A pencil skirt and a blouse. She looked like a well-to-do widow. We were on the bustling streets of manhattan's 34th street. Thousands of Asian Merchants were selling their wares on the streets. A sea of people. This might have something to do with the earthquake hitting japan. My hopes and thoughts are heavy on the japanese people right now so that is understandable. But what was strange about it was the only thing they'd say to me was " Did you kill the mockingbird?" -- merchant after merchant. Like it was a joke. When i answered no they turned away as if i told them i was only looking and not interested in buying. 