I woke up saying “ I can relax, I understand everything”, then of course the mornings song starts
and I begin to forget but that’s ok.
and I begin to forget but that’s ok.
I have just told myself to remember that I have more in my head, more endless galleries, huge endless
rooms of art and everything in the world on display really, more than LACMA by a thousandfold.
And I have all those little birds coming to me letting me pick them up, putting them in the truck of the fiat,
in coffee mugs, in the trunk of the fiat. And then of course, from earlier in the dream,
I have the Dude, who was with me, as Inanna was with Dumuzi, and we were as one,
and when I left, (through a window for his mother had come to hassle us) he gave me his wallet,
and there is a note inside telling me I was the only one besides him needing that wallets contents,
and he sent me to go shopping, to look for…..I don’t know know what,
but instead I wandered into ‘the galleries, the endless galleries’ thinking it was a one-room junk shop,
poorly lit, mattress' dirty on the floor you had to step on, a pile of old hotel pillows and then the clerk said,
’Keep going, down that way, there is more’ And I saw! Or rather, I began to see, I saw the universe’s
contents, opening up, the endless galleries, some with modern art, some with flea-market junk
and all of them telling me that everything was there, in those endless enormously high rooms
of that seemingly endless gallery. And then I awoke, and realized all of that is in MY head? My silly,
slipping, worthless little noggin? ALL of those treasures, and so I say to myself,
“It’s ok. I understand all of it now. I don’t have to be afraid of growing senile or even dementia for I have
the worlds bounty all within my head". And now as I write this, the music starts again and I begin
to forget as we all must upon awakening, our common human curse. This mornings music
is Rufus Wainwright singing, ‘Hallelujah’ and that’s just fine by me.
rooms of art and everything in the world on display really, more than LACMA by a thousandfold.
And I have all those little birds coming to me letting me pick them up, putting them in the truck of the fiat,
in coffee mugs, in the trunk of the fiat. And then of course, from earlier in the dream,
I have the Dude, who was with me, as Inanna was with Dumuzi, and we were as one,
and when I left, (through a window for his mother had come to hassle us) he gave me his wallet,
and there is a note inside telling me I was the only one besides him needing that wallets contents,
and he sent me to go shopping, to look for…..I don’t know know what,
but instead I wandered into ‘the galleries, the endless galleries’ thinking it was a one-room junk shop,
poorly lit, mattress' dirty on the floor you had to step on, a pile of old hotel pillows and then the clerk said,
’Keep going, down that way, there is more’ And I saw! Or rather, I began to see, I saw the universe’s
contents, opening up, the endless galleries, some with modern art, some with flea-market junk
and all of them telling me that everything was there, in those endless enormously high rooms
of that seemingly endless gallery. And then I awoke, and realized all of that is in MY head? My silly,
slipping, worthless little noggin? ALL of those treasures, and so I say to myself,
“It’s ok. I understand all of it now. I don’t have to be afraid of growing senile or even dementia for I have
the worlds bounty all within my head". And now as I write this, the music starts again and I begin
to forget as we all must upon awakening, our common human curse. This mornings music
is Rufus Wainwright singing, ‘Hallelujah’ and that’s just fine by me.
The perfect 'cocktail' perhaps is opening my mind? The dolls, the iphone game,
the reading of the Sumerian myth of the goddess Inanna and her consort( the Dude and me?),
the little titmouse who visits the house and looks me in the eye everyday, the one I call Buddy,
having Audrey sleeping next to me with her youthful soul, the dog who was also with us last night,
a few moments of that dreadful movie Dom Hemingway, which while I chose not to watch
after 20 minutes and which might still might have had a moments impact upon
that which was needed to reach the dreams treasure-trove? Who knows?
The ‘cocktail’ cannot be turned into a recipe, but I know this will happen again,
For in my dreams I am no longer lost,stuck and wandering alone and miserably unable to find my car,
or escape the dull endless rooms and malls I keep finding myself in.
Now I have the realm of the sublime. Maybe not at my nightly disposal but again, that’s ok.
I will now go listen to the music in my head which erases the nights' prior dreamworld
and hope this rambling will give me even a tiny bit of something that might help me reconnect, say,
in the middle of the most mundane and mind-numbing of times, which we call the ‘afternoons’.
FOUND THREE YEARS LATER AND IT TRANSPORTS...
the reading of the Sumerian myth of the goddess Inanna and her consort( the Dude and me?),
the little titmouse who visits the house and looks me in the eye everyday, the one I call Buddy,
having Audrey sleeping next to me with her youthful soul, the dog who was also with us last night,
a few moments of that dreadful movie Dom Hemingway, which while I chose not to watch
after 20 minutes and which might still might have had a moments impact upon
that which was needed to reach the dreams treasure-trove? Who knows?
The ‘cocktail’ cannot be turned into a recipe, but I know this will happen again,
For in my dreams I am no longer lost,stuck and wandering alone and miserably unable to find my car,
or escape the dull endless rooms and malls I keep finding myself in.
Now I have the realm of the sublime. Maybe not at my nightly disposal but again, that’s ok.
I will now go listen to the music in my head which erases the nights' prior dreamworld
and hope this rambling will give me even a tiny bit of something that might help me reconnect, say,
in the middle of the most mundane and mind-numbing of times, which we call the ‘afternoons’.
FOUND THREE YEARS LATER AND IT TRANSPORTS...
