namesoftrees
Only in the last week I'm dreaming again because I want to be.
A dream.
In my mother's house I am almost completely blind there is so much refracted light everywhere, that I am squinting and can hardly make out anything. I feel that it's my inability to see clearly and it's disorienting. The light streams through every window in the house and I can only see the outline of people at a time.
There is a strange group of people there, all male musicians that have gathered for a jam. One is a famous movie actor, who is sleeping on the sofa, I laugh and say there's a dead man in our living room! It's a joke, because he is more like an exhausted friend. ( I am a performer in real life too). then 4 others are gathered for a jam, I go around and greet them with kisses. The first is an actor friend of mine (represents the professional world I need to belong to outside of my family's stasis and poverty).. THEN is an old musician aquaintance of mine and his face is white and bloated.
I kiss him too, and say welcome. The next two are generic famous (successful) good looking men friends who smile broadly at me. I kiss their cheeks and say welcome to my castle, which is a joke because my mother lives in a tiny state house in a poor area.
I go back into the kitchen through the haze to my mum,(strong but strained) and say it looks like Brendon isn't long for this world, he has that pale look in his face. My mother agrees, yes I noticed that she says.
A dream.
In my mother's house I am almost completely blind there is so much refracted light everywhere, that I am squinting and can hardly make out anything. I feel that it's my inability to see clearly and it's disorienting. The light streams through every window in the house and I can only see the outline of people at a time.
There is a strange group of people there, all male musicians that have gathered for a jam. One is a famous movie actor, who is sleeping on the sofa, I laugh and say there's a dead man in our living room! It's a joke, because he is more like an exhausted friend. ( I am a performer in real life too). then 4 others are gathered for a jam, I go around and greet them with kisses. The first is an actor friend of mine (represents the professional world I need to belong to outside of my family's stasis and poverty).. THEN is an old musician aquaintance of mine and his face is white and bloated.
I kiss him too, and say welcome. The next two are generic famous (successful) good looking men friends who smile broadly at me. I kiss their cheeks and say welcome to my castle, which is a joke because my mother lives in a tiny state house in a poor area.
I go back into the kitchen through the haze to my mum,(strong but strained) and say it looks like Brendon isn't long for this world, he has that pale look in his face. My mother agrees, yes I noticed that she says.
