Strange dreams came last night.
A dream I woke up tired from.
I'm walking through a city that feels like Bed Stuy. Brooklyn if it were placed in the middle of the Mohave desert. The sun was low across the sky and lit all of the windows of old brownstones and apartments over storefronts. The sky was a painful blue. make you feel like squinting.
I was staying with someone I didn't want to stay with. Tho I appreciated their hospitality , the person I saw would only cause me grief. They wondered around as if they were alone.
I'd hoped no one would make eye contact. It was a house that filled gaps. many people came in and left. in particular a tall skinny indian guy with shoulder length hair. His name was hard to remember but i thought sounded like the name of a star or at least the moon of a planet. I wondered if it were his real name. A DJ i think. Anyway , staying there would drive me crazy. I like personal property and space.
I left, seeking a job at the courthouse. Wondered how many knew their rights as jurors.
I get to the lobby of a circular white building and was taken aback by the level of technology.
The elevators were just machine less vents that whisked people to their desired floor. No waiting no buttons no doors. At the top was the same looking government office. the backs of people's heads who don't want to be there. Signing contracts for 500 dollar fees, but who knew how long a court case was. a stereo typical unhappy federal employee with braids and glasses and too much makeup spat out some monotone instructions with a side of NY accent and I tuned her out for a few minutes. After she pointed to the paper and asked me to sign, i told her I'd have to reconsider as a way out of saying I'll never sign this ever and i hope i never see you again.
I decided against it and left the building.
Back the way I came. the sun now at my back. I notice on my left , a frantic and slightly pale police officer running and falling over himself. He's soon followed by a police car and several running men. Then armed soldiers not bothering to fire backward and camouflage jeeps marking hard rights from one direction. Then a flash the reddish orange hair of an Orangoutang . they awkwardly run like men in monkey suits . their knuckles flail around. Elephants and fast moving predators start spreading out.
Night comes faster than it should have.
I run into a store front whose door faced the corner instead of the flat side of the street. I was pulled in by my own character. A Shaman, a healer, a female knight of Gnoen. Her bangs sharper than Cleopatras and skin lit by the full moon. All I could make out were lips she kept her eyes on the door.
4 wolves or maybe wolverines walked in. their hair shaggy but some how they were illuminated as if fluorescent from within. their eyes shown an unhealthy weak blue, neon wild and electric.
They scoured around the store as if they were smelling our spirits. In comes a wolf that is lit differently. He's injured and stands on his hind legs. he falls over to the table. The wolves snarl and surround him . One even snaps just short of his neck, which was now very much NOT a canine's neck. But human and nude. The oil slick shoulder length hair looked matted with blood and debris. I knew him to be the man i met earlier from my host's house. I found myself taking a step back. He points an accusatory finger.
THAT WOLF HAS AN UNHEALTHY RELATIONSHIP WITH ANTSSSSSSsssss.
he passes out.
No one seems to pay attention to him however. The others in the room with me turn to see the shaman drinking down a beer and slowly turning into a red wolf. As she gulps down the endless gold beverage she starts to urinate like a fountain from her now Fox like legs. the stream starts to bubble and hmm as it almost hits the ground . But it swarms and swells and flies around and out the window
is that wolf pissing bees?
no more popcorn before bed...
A dream I woke up tired from.
I'm walking through a city that feels like Bed Stuy. Brooklyn if it were placed in the middle of the Mohave desert. The sun was low across the sky and lit all of the windows of old brownstones and apartments over storefronts. The sky was a painful blue. make you feel like squinting.
I was staying with someone I didn't want to stay with. Tho I appreciated their hospitality , the person I saw would only cause me grief. They wondered around as if they were alone.
I'd hoped no one would make eye contact. It was a house that filled gaps. many people came in and left. in particular a tall skinny indian guy with shoulder length hair. His name was hard to remember but i thought sounded like the name of a star or at least the moon of a planet. I wondered if it were his real name. A DJ i think. Anyway , staying there would drive me crazy. I like personal property and space.
I left, seeking a job at the courthouse. Wondered how many knew their rights as jurors.
I get to the lobby of a circular white building and was taken aback by the level of technology.
The elevators were just machine less vents that whisked people to their desired floor. No waiting no buttons no doors. At the top was the same looking government office. the backs of people's heads who don't want to be there. Signing contracts for 500 dollar fees, but who knew how long a court case was. a stereo typical unhappy federal employee with braids and glasses and too much makeup spat out some monotone instructions with a side of NY accent and I tuned her out for a few minutes. After she pointed to the paper and asked me to sign, i told her I'd have to reconsider as a way out of saying I'll never sign this ever and i hope i never see you again.
I decided against it and left the building.
Back the way I came. the sun now at my back. I notice on my left , a frantic and slightly pale police officer running and falling over himself. He's soon followed by a police car and several running men. Then armed soldiers not bothering to fire backward and camouflage jeeps marking hard rights from one direction. Then a flash the reddish orange hair of an Orangoutang . they awkwardly run like men in monkey suits . their knuckles flail around. Elephants and fast moving predators start spreading out.
Night comes faster than it should have.
I run into a store front whose door faced the corner instead of the flat side of the street. I was pulled in by my own character. A Shaman, a healer, a female knight of Gnoen. Her bangs sharper than Cleopatras and skin lit by the full moon. All I could make out were lips she kept her eyes on the door.
4 wolves or maybe wolverines walked in. their hair shaggy but some how they were illuminated as if fluorescent from within. their eyes shown an unhealthy weak blue, neon wild and electric.
They scoured around the store as if they were smelling our spirits. In comes a wolf that is lit differently. He's injured and stands on his hind legs. he falls over to the table. The wolves snarl and surround him . One even snaps just short of his neck, which was now very much NOT a canine's neck. But human and nude. The oil slick shoulder length hair looked matted with blood and debris. I knew him to be the man i met earlier from my host's house. I found myself taking a step back. He points an accusatory finger.
THAT WOLF HAS AN UNHEALTHY RELATIONSHIP WITH ANTSSSSSSsssss.
he passes out.
No one seems to pay attention to him however. The others in the room with me turn to see the shaman drinking down a beer and slowly turning into a red wolf. As she gulps down the endless gold beverage she starts to urinate like a fountain from her now Fox like legs. the stream starts to bubble and hmm as it almost hits the ground . But it swarms and swells and flies around and out the window
is that wolf pissing bees?
no more popcorn before bed...
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