dreamz

it seems i can't get on the blog to tell you what i'm doing with my days,
so here are some images my unconscious is playing with

dream 9 aug

at a wedding
church (looked like st paul the redeemer at 49h and dorchester, but also like st george's church where granddad's memorial service was-- both episcopalian with lots of stone)
fatter older lady pregnant (6 weeks)
skinny skinny holly not looking like holly red dress &being a bitch (older lady, "you dont answer when i call" holly, "i don't have to.")
47th and ellis --> where newlyweds lived
phone numbers
anal sex in 2nd floor reynold's club 1/2 an hour ago (text from older lady in textspeak)
the number have in my phone for holly starts with 555! then she sends me a text with her real number, starts with 931

with ali going into bathroom (kinda like BJ bathrooms? stone)
claire marie bowman in first open faced stall
ali goes into next one
farts, is embarrassed
keeps wiping and keeps getting blood on her legs

someone at the wedding handing out big fruit (under the flying buttresses)
i got a BIG mango and said "aam!... hindi mai"
then ali appears and we speak in hindi for a bit and it is hard
hindi mai aam hai, kela nehi hai, other simple things
looking at her i had to try hard not to cry, thinking about leaving her for so long

sitting on a baby's/toddler's neck, naked
kid says "i don't want you to get ____ on your self" me says "i'm a little more worried about you getting butt on your back"

oh! also at some point  i was at a table with some people (buddies) and malic had  facial hair like justin's... which is getting to be about half a centimeter at this point cause he hasn't shaved in 10 days. when i met justin he couldn't grow facial hair really, and i had hairier nipples than he did. but now he has surpassed me in one field and may have caught up in the other. i also used to shave my nipple hair (!). anyway that's not dream that's me right now.


dream 8 aug

oprah goes to my high school
showing ali around my high school
with neon orange tape

[something in between this, i had a mission, and i was at my parent's house in homewood]

later, post war kind of world, looking for ali at a house
blase front desk receptionist
crying lady
ali's space is downstairs
and picture of collaged fat lady in red dress and high heels, absurd image
which ali had made
and there were words! which i remembered right as woke up but no later

there's a consciousness/material reality post in the works. but right now i gotta drink some coffee, eat some cereal and some very special chocolate and go to z mountains!
love
zee