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that familiar tunnel

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i went from room to room of th house
looking for a chair where i could sit and think in peace,
but every room was busy

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1 June 2015 at 5:58 am

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red air over th wall

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over a high wall running endlessly in either direction two mobs of opposing peoples of th same village were locked in violent conflict with historical roots long forgotten. often splatters of blood would fill th air like in a quentin tarantino movie

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31 May 2015 at 7:02 am

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recursively abusively played

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a large brutish man was repeatedly abusing a small young woman verbally, physically and sexually. i couldn’t understand what would be inside a man that he could treat a woman that way

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23 April 2015 at 6:58 am

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audibly wired

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i had been reading a dream a man dreamed of coming to heaven, only to find that wires to everything were visible all over th place, everything connected up with wire on wire on wire. at first he was rather surprised and troubled, even almost judgmental as if life on earth had improved on heaven by graduating to wireless. until he realized th power source to which all heaven’s wires were connected and understood that th visibility of heaven’s wires were only that his eyes had been opened to th connections that had always been there even before he had gone there, how there was no “real” wire there in heaven but rather that he had come to a visual understanding of th live connection to th central power

i was recalling having read of that dream as i was taking my seat beside th leader of a small discussion group, serving as unofficial co-leader with th implicit expectation that i would be leading th group after th leader moved on. just as our meeting was about to begin she turned around with a critical comment about th radio station that had been playing background music, since they’d started playing a christmas song, although we were clearly now at least a month past th season when airing holiday music was generally done. but with a comment about th man’s dream of heaven’s wires, i promised that they could anticipate hearing me begin singing christmas music at times throughout th entire year, as but one way to recognize that those wires were always there, open and active and working year-round, if but to acknowledge that in much th same way as every moment can connect via a “wire” to th central christmas moment, likewise was everything else we do so wired

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4 March 2015 at 8:01 am

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dirt cheap

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at a meeting of th men of th community i passed around a hat, collected $17, which turned out was enough to purchase th local minor league baseball team. from th back of th room came al’s voice reminding us, “we do own th field…”

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2 March 2015 at 11:15 pm

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Wake-Up Call

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we were winding up at th pool and gathering our things for catching th plane back home from th conference, but as i turned from packing up one thing i kept finding that what i’d packed up before had gone missing, someone would steal it away from me when i wasn’t looking, until even my wallet was gone along with everything i needed to board th plane

i was on my way to th plane anyway, hoping to somehow settle about being robbed although i was already having difficulty proving who i was without my drivers license. suddenly i was accosted by two militant women holding knives and guns to my face, demanding money and anything else i had worth robbing. when i tried to point out to them that i’d already been robbed of everything, they had a third woman who was working with them who shot warning shots from a hideout among th buildings lining th street

by th time i managed to break free of them i was completely naked. i had lost hope of even remembering which hotel room was mine by now, but hoped to recognize it if i were to ride up the hotel elevator. as th elevator door opened i shrank back against th wall in case anyone would be coming out, worried about being seen. a woman exited th elevator and began walking toward th hotel lobby, but halfway down th hall she turned and saw me, so then went screaming down into th hotel calling for security personnel. in th reflection of th glass in th elevator i could see for th first time what had frightened her so – my face was very badly bruised and i was bloody all over. i quickly entered th elevator hoping to disappear before anyone came, but another woman entered th elevator to go up just as th doors were closing. she seemed to take pity on my plight so i looked to her for help, but it turned out that she wanted to take advantage of my predicament to force me into a relationship with her that i didn’t want

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25 February 2015 at 11:07 pm

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Just Joking, Just Dreaming

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paul’s friends wanted us to go out “crashing bars” – not just cruising around to several of th local drinking holes, but leaving each of them in shambles from raw rowdiness. paul had grown more settled since those college rituals and seemed reluctant because of what pat might say, so we paused plans at an impasse. during th interlude i slipped off to my fave area in th place where we then were, returning with a cheeky grin and holding a plate exhibiting its own form of shambles, chuckling at myself as i told paul and his friends, “i crashed th salad bar”

An Adrien joke in a dream? Yes, it’s about as bad as any of my waking jokes, so dull as to not even be thought of by anyone else as a joke. “Threads,” Suzi would say, for how those all keep getting crossed in my head in frequently odd nonsensical ways. But there is at least a smidge of what countless puns and many other jokes use as their hinge: use of a word — in the case of my dream, two words, “crash” and “bar” — in a different, unexpected way with an odd connection that usually gives some amusing implied meaning to the original definition of the word. And although such odd connections are so commonplace in dreams as to be the essence of a dream, I can’t recall ever before telling a joke in any of my dreams. I wonder, do people like Woody Allen or Steve Martin frequently tell jokes in their own dreams?

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20 July 2014 at 5:58 am

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