now, to calm me...
a passenger lost in a starbucks drive-thru, i'm dreaming. greg says don't worry i'll get us through the line. and he does. if there's one thing he knows in my head its driving. i was annoyed. annoyed at the line, annoyed at the useless confusion of this congested roadway. why don't we just go in? its not that important lets just go.
end.
i'm walking like i was the other day. past the bridge on king at atlantic and i go up to the mysterious townhouses that are on the north side of the street. for some reason that road opens a staircase, walking it takes me to a new realm, time moves faster in the empty country air. its all so beautiful and now its night. open fields, i'm walking down a wide road with a line of big trees on one side and rows of corn on the other. the moon is massive and yellow and not full. imagine mario 3, warp whistling to world 4. the moon ridiculously playfully oversized and felt just as ridiculously playfully creepy in this empty place. it was fun before i got tired of walking. my car came out of nowhere and started driving ourselves way too fast down this road. i might as well have been tucked in the trunk. it kept taking me onto dirt service roads that led into stables and little cul de sacs with white picket fences. i remember the deeper i went here the scarier it got. i wanted to go home and then the car popped like a bubble and was no more. i was stranded and time was moving way to fast. i had to get back, i figured i had at least a four hour walk ahead of me and no one was to be seen to ask for help. so i started walking. the road was unclear and instead of flat terrain it was now forrested and muddy. trees were gnarled and the moon is mean. it wants me to be lost. but its lighting my way. saying learn bitch. be scared. i'm here but i'm not helping.
illuminate.
i'm finally about to give up. i'm supposed to meet someone back in realtime and i'm thinking its just better to hide myself into the side of this muddy hill for the night than keep walking. just as i'm lost and contemplating something i would never normally do i hear a drip. then i feel one. in every movie they always look up and sure enough there's a hanging body in the tree above me and its slaughtered fresh.
i pulled my phone out to call greg and woke up.
i left him in bed and came here.
its just a dream.
i'd take the dog for a walk but its raining again. and i'd have to wake her up.I'm thinking its time to read a whole new series of toltec four agreements.or make some movies. maybe a young johnny depp will guest star in the first one if i promise not to fall asleep. or mention that happiness is hearding sheep.
end.
i'm walking like i was the other day. past the bridge on king at atlantic and i go up to the mysterious townhouses that are on the north side of the street. for some reason that road opens a staircase, walking it takes me to a new realm, time moves faster in the empty country air. its all so beautiful and now its night. open fields, i'm walking down a wide road with a line of big trees on one side and rows of corn on the other. the moon is massive and yellow and not full. imagine mario 3, warp whistling to world 4. the moon ridiculously playfully oversized and felt just as ridiculously playfully creepy in this empty place. it was fun before i got tired of walking. my car came out of nowhere and started driving ourselves way too fast down this road. i might as well have been tucked in the trunk. it kept taking me onto dirt service roads that led into stables and little cul de sacs with white picket fences. i remember the deeper i went here the scarier it got. i wanted to go home and then the car popped like a bubble and was no more. i was stranded and time was moving way to fast. i had to get back, i figured i had at least a four hour walk ahead of me and no one was to be seen to ask for help. so i started walking. the road was unclear and instead of flat terrain it was now forrested and muddy. trees were gnarled and the moon is mean. it wants me to be lost. but its lighting my way. saying learn bitch. be scared. i'm here but i'm not helping.
illuminate.
i'm finally about to give up. i'm supposed to meet someone back in realtime and i'm thinking its just better to hide myself into the side of this muddy hill for the night than keep walking. just as i'm lost and contemplating something i would never normally do i hear a drip. then i feel one. in every movie they always look up and sure enough there's a hanging body in the tree above me and its slaughtered fresh.
i pulled my phone out to call greg and woke up.
i left him in bed and came here.
its just a dream.
i'd take the dog for a walk but its raining again. and i'd have to wake her up.I'm thinking its time to read a whole new series of toltec four agreements.or make some movies. maybe a young johnny depp will guest star in the first one if i promise not to fall asleep. or mention that happiness is hearding sheep.
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