Dreams have been spiraling out of control leaving me with a wasted six hours of rest. The other night I found myself combing the beach in search of nameless dead bodies. I hovered up and down the shoreline in one of those blue barrel trash cans that had a propeller on each side to navigate. “This is really happening” I heard a voice say but could not find a familiar face. “Tomorrow could be the day of freedom if you would just let the sky fall.” I know the life I want to live and this bit of knowledge may well be my ticket out of here.
May 31, 1999