...One of my walking with a Hermaphrodite
through a little set of booths.
(I was first with my family, purchasing cheap makeup elsewhere).
The first I examined
was a booth with bead bracelets, three varying in orangish colors
(tigers eye, dark orange, a swirled variety) -
all on the top pegs, with the lable
"For a grandmother's passing".

I spy the only black beads, whose purpose I now,
in waking, forget.

I purchase, and notice the table is littlered
with Christian crosses,
and two egss- one golden, one wood.
I pick up the gold one a moment
then put it down.

My friend and I meander away,
and then I get a note from the lady at the last booth -
she is skinny and mean, but young.
It is something about how I did not leave a tip,
and she says something cruel about my friend
that a thin balding man agrees with.
They taunt, we fight them-
someone I know comes along
and asks me why I am being so feisty.

Wake up, rub my eyes, sleep again,
fade into the next dream
at someone's house.

I am with one I love, as well as many I love less,
but still enjoy.
After much partying,
he takes me into a room -
but this is not his house,
and there are people everwhere,
including the parents of one friend.
Nevertheless, for the moment, we are alone -
and he talks to me.
Still more partying ensues after the speeches I do not recall,
and then we again retire to the room
and begin to have sex.
Two boys are in the room, sniggering -
the parents come in, see, close the door, and laugh too.
We stop,
and he gives me a drug
that makes the room spin
and myself go crazy.
I land myself on a wooden chair,
and slowly, it begins to spin in the air.
I want to sleep on this chair, even though I am at the edge of it, clinging.
So I do.
When I awaken,
The chair is on the ground,
and he is in what must be aa family room, with a television
and a highly advanced form of guitar hero,
because there are drums as well,
and more instruments hooked up to a console
that cannot be seen.
The one I love is ignoring me,
so I sit in a corner that is not a corner
because there is a hallway beside it,
and watch as more and more people cowd the room.
I stand.
Matt Damon gives me a note -
"BlahBlahBlahBlah - I set Angelina up with Brad'
"BlahBlahBlahBlah- I shouldn't have"
H says something about having liked Angelina Jolie,
but also that I seem an exemplary female, and would I
go out with him?
I do -
I walk out to a car,
Angelina's driving,
Matt Damon is beside her,
and apparently, I have a partner (I am suddenly a spy?),
but Agent Smith has taken his body over.
I notice this, more as the waking self than the dream girl in the car however.
He enters the car, and brandishs his shotgun.
The two in the car panic,
I simply yell "No! (His Name starts with a B), not today!
He puts the shotgun away,
but I know he will bring out his pistol, and as I am pondering how to stop him
from murdering Matt Damon -

...I awaken to the sound
of very loud rock music
emenating from my alarm clock.
I tried to dream again,
I really did.
But my body disallows.


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I love my dreams - they are so messy. I never can understand everything - I think a lot of it is simply subject to my brain's extra creativity (so many damned movie references.) What I do think is important here - the beads, the golden egg (come to think of it, mean skinny chick even asked why I'd picked it up), the set of booths, the makeup, the party, the spinning chair, the boys in the room, the guitars and music, and the fact that I was being ignored by the one I love (by the way, we are no longer attached in that sense), and instead attracted Matt Damon - What Matt said about Angelina Jolie was important as well, even if she herself, was not. And the fact that someone tried to kill my newly aquired lover, is also something to be examined. I'm halfway there concerning understanding this set. But It's going to take a waile, because of everything there. Why does the human mind have to be so complex?


Anyway, thoughts on the matter would be nice.



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