I
dream of looking for him. I think I eventually find him, but it didn't make much difference. I dream of
lovers, and somehow this is
monumental, but I don't know how. Four very important lovers but I can't picture who any of them are. And there is a reason for that. My best friend and I are
searching.
I dream of
pot. Lots and lots of pot, and
driving.
Scuba diving, too. But in my dream, pot is
popcorn, and you heat up your mouth, then chew the popcorn and smoke breathes in and
smoke breathes out.
I am dreaming of lovers and pot and pot and driving, all of this motion,
in real space and in not.
Searching,
Waking.