Damn recurring
image... crushing
bird skulls. I had been
dreaming of a
rave in a terrible part of
town. Then my new home was a
warehouse... then the warehouse was a vaulted
castle room and I thought about building a stairway so I could get to a doorway about twenty feet up.
Then I was in the Everglades.
I was driving a golf cart with my stepson next to me. We watched long-beaked birds catch fish in the stagnant water. Three of them flew to the trail ahead of me to eat their prey and they were beautiful and graceful but I couldn’t stop the cart. I managed to avoid two, but the sound of the third bird under the tire was sickening and I didn’t want to show my disgust and upset the little boy.
I also saw a crocodile. He looked like a statue. His skin was green like the trees and his snout looked very fragile.