I hope you don’t mind
\nI hope you don’t mind
\nThat I put down in words…<\/i><\/p>\n
More vivid dreams last night. Dreams about flying, again… But this time, it was like sort of like any activity, any extreme sport, where you go to the center and you sign up and an instructor teaches you how. We all sat in molded white plastic chairs as some sort of pixie dust was sprinkled on us. After that, we only had get ourselves into the right frame of mind, and we would levitate above the ground, and be able to fly. The mindset had to do with really believing that you could, and not doubting. The chairs were there as some sort of aid… We lifted off the ground, one by one, and left the chairs behind us. If I doubted, if I tried too hard, I would sink, but if I maintained a carefree, doubtless attitude, I would be able to perform acrobatics at will. And I was… It was incredibly lifelike, the details, the soaring about the intracoastal waterway (this was by the ocean), seeing the wakes of the boats below and the clouds close overhead. I brought Geno back the next day, but we were in a building this time, and the whole operation was more like a cult than anything else, I whispered to Geno. The two leaders went on and on about vaguely new-agey things like the oneness of the universe, etc, when all I wanted to do was to fly again. I don’t know why I didn’t that day… Perhaps I needed their anointing of pixie dust? I’m not sure.<\/p>\n
There were more dreams I don’t remember. I dreamed about being at a school of some sort, in an auditorium, being up on stage with my brother Paul and his guy friends, receiving some award. We were lined up at the back of the stage, and presenting the award was a nameless girl we were all familiar with in that movie way where you don’t notice how incredibly beautiful they are because you’re just too busy joking around and having fun. She stumbled a bit in her presentation speech, and we teased her a bit from the back of the stage. She turned around and smiled a “come on, guys” smile, and that’s when I had my epiphany. We had Hershey’s kisses on the stage for some reason, and my first gesture of affection towards her was to provide her with one during an interlude in the ceremony. It had a red wrapper, like the Christmas variety; this I remember.<\/p>\n
There was so much more, so close to the edge of reality, but it is lost in the cracks of my mind.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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