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flying dreams @ 01:12 am

Begin forwarded message:

> From: Dominic Vine of the Owls
> Date: May 22, 2008 14:31:55 EDT
> Subject: flying dreams
>

>
> in my dreams last night
> we were in Hawaii
> or some place like it
>
> the islands seemed much smaller
> some only big enough for one person
>
> there were rich people
> of course
> somehow
> we were friends with one of them
> the wife
>
> she gave us a paper permitting us to use her private aeroplane for
> flying from island to island
>
> fearful: I didn't know how to use it
> but you had no trouble with it
> something you'd picked up in school
>
>
> I needed you to land once we were in the air
> though I seemed to have no problem taking off...
>
>
>
> ... later
> I wanted to leave
> but couldn't find you
> and was afraid to fly without you:
> how could I ever land?
>
>
> I had the paper, though
> and realized that's all i really needed to fly
> not the plane
>
> so I flew around
> over large castles on single craggy islands
>
> a beautiful beach big enough for a tent and some straight couple
>
>
> what if they had kids?...
>
>
> the moon was bright over the predominant ocean
>
> where were you?
>
>
>
> later flying through the barn
> and old lady gave me a hat she'd made out of felt (blue, pointed)
> and I realized I'd lost my flying papers
> but of course
> I could fly without them...
>
>
> I went home
> my apartment in New York was just a small part of an old Victorian
> mansion
> even with a drafty barn attatched
> I had this huge entertaining area downstairs I had completely
> forgotten about...
>
> I had forgotten everything
> and it had mostly been stripped, taken over, or filled with stuff by
> the nice blond calfornian housewife who lived elsewhere and was
> inching her way into all the space she could get
>
> some women's meeting was happening and I fled
> not wanting to deal with that now
> I went back to my apartment
> I had too much stuff to do:
> I had to wake up
>
>
 

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