weird
a dream (a drama?) begins with
a muscle-bound jerk
slapping me
I punch him in the face
and we tangle
...which dissolves to being kept
out of a party going on
in my family's house (not the actual old home)
but gifts are pushed out to me
through a huge hole
in the window screen
then inside this house
upstairs
you and I talking
smoking cigarettes
lying fully clothed
on the bed
stroking each other
as music and chatter
and cooking smells wafe up to us
as if we were children in our room
while the grown-ups partied downstairs
the as if watching a movie
one man confronts another
pulling a large machete from his pants
then a shot of a body
lying face down in the blood
from where his arm was cut off
the a shot of a dead baby
sliced neatly in two
and my voice saying as if in a theater
commenting on the action in the movie
"looks like murdering babies
is the latest atrocity to gain favor
with the psychopaths..."
this dream coming a few days after
a report from East New York
about some maniac who butcher two little children
in an elevator
as for you and I conflated into this horrific dream
who knows...thoughts of yearnings
for you I may never realize
or realize poorly?
even if I had the slightest inkling
of an understanding
of what dreams are saying to us
(not even sure now if they were separate
or part of one long sequence)
I'd still find myself saying upon awakening
what the hell was THAT?
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