the tunnel is life, the dream is the limitless fog.
Maybe there's a reason that I cannot sleep after this dream. I feel profoundly changed.
We were anticipating a wedding between a somehow mismatched couple. They each had a black.darkbrown.dark.darkbrown.black horse that were waiting in stalls across the street from one another. The male human had a male horse, and the inverse is true. The stalls reminded me of the one at the south end of Briarwood, the one that I drive past on the way to my grandmother's house in Bonita, California. The ones in my dreams didn't have stables. Just metal fence-post slots.
When left to contemplate this union, the horses began to communicate from across the street. They agreed with horse breat sputters and by shaking their heads back and forth that the marriage was not a good idea.
At this point, I thought that if the people were actually to be married that the horses should be kept together. So I walked to the stall to take the female horse across the street. When I am awake I am very afraid of horses because they are so large. This dream left no resin of fear. I was calm and purposeful in my actions. I remembered that the horse had a leash, so I looked around in the dirt andd hay for it, as it was not hanging up. There was a short chain attached to a rope attached to a longer chain with thinner links. I picked it up and separated the pieces- discarding the rope. It was too long.
I opened the gate to the stall and hung the shorter chain with fatter links between two hooks on the side of the stalls where a third horse was being kept. I was very mindful he did not escape. As I attached the longer chain to the female's collar, I noticed she was white.
A Chinese woman approached the stall to let me know that a doctor of Eastern medicine would be in the city that day to offer a cure for my knee. I hadn't considered my knees to that point. I reached down and felt a cyst the size of a pearl onion on the distal posterior patella of my right leg. I thought that I should go to the city, but that I would not have time since I needed to move the horse and think about whether the horses should like it next to each other.
Before I looked for a least, I remember a voice saying that if the horses could not be boarded together than their owners could not be wed. Their horses were obviously a part of their lives inseperable from themselves except through death. There was no such thing as selling this responsibility or having someone else take it over in any way. This is why I had to move the black.dark brown.female.horse next to the male horse in the stall across the street. Also, I would definitely not have time to go to the city that day because even though I didn't know it at the time, I had to know why a black.dark brown.female horse without a leash, across the street from a dark brown male horse would turn white with a leash while being led by a human being.
And where did and when did Greg send me that message about the photographs for Sin Fin being compelling and perfect? And if I was outside concerning myself with horses how do I remember what they looked like on a computer screen and in photographic prints?
Also, what was the name of the band that was playing downstairs in the downtown wharehouse across the street from the house where someone got mad at me? Why was he mad again?
And why was it that nothing with the piano could work out so I could play that song for the boy who wanted to play along? First the chair was too short and the pedals had too much give- so that the keys moved significantly every time I pressed down with my foot. And I had to press down with my foot in order to be able to reach the keys...It was a leverage thing. Then, when there was a different chair that was tall enough the keys were too loose and they reminded me of rotting teeth, which turned me off to the piano entirely.
We were anticipating a wedding between a somehow mismatched couple. They each had a black.darkbrown.dark.darkbrown.black horse that were waiting in stalls across the street from one another. The male human had a male horse, and the inverse is true. The stalls reminded me of the one at the south end of Briarwood, the one that I drive past on the way to my grandmother's house in Bonita, California. The ones in my dreams didn't have stables. Just metal fence-post slots.
When left to contemplate this union, the horses began to communicate from across the street. They agreed with horse breat sputters and by shaking their heads back and forth that the marriage was not a good idea.
At this point, I thought that if the people were actually to be married that the horses should be kept together. So I walked to the stall to take the female horse across the street. When I am awake I am very afraid of horses because they are so large. This dream left no resin of fear. I was calm and purposeful in my actions. I remembered that the horse had a leash, so I looked around in the dirt andd hay for it, as it was not hanging up. There was a short chain attached to a rope attached to a longer chain with thinner links. I picked it up and separated the pieces- discarding the rope. It was too long.
I opened the gate to the stall and hung the shorter chain with fatter links between two hooks on the side of the stalls where a third horse was being kept. I was very mindful he did not escape. As I attached the longer chain to the female's collar, I noticed she was white.
A Chinese woman approached the stall to let me know that a doctor of Eastern medicine would be in the city that day to offer a cure for my knee. I hadn't considered my knees to that point. I reached down and felt a cyst the size of a pearl onion on the distal posterior patella of my right leg. I thought that I should go to the city, but that I would not have time since I needed to move the horse and think about whether the horses should like it next to each other.
Before I looked for a least, I remember a voice saying that if the horses could not be boarded together than their owners could not be wed. Their horses were obviously a part of their lives inseperable from themselves except through death. There was no such thing as selling this responsibility or having someone else take it over in any way. This is why I had to move the black.dark brown.female.horse next to the male horse in the stall across the street. Also, I would definitely not have time to go to the city that day because even though I didn't know it at the time, I had to know why a black.dark brown.female horse without a leash, across the street from a dark brown male horse would turn white with a leash while being led by a human being.
And where did and when did Greg send me that message about the photographs for Sin Fin being compelling and perfect? And if I was outside concerning myself with horses how do I remember what they looked like on a computer screen and in photographic prints?
Also, what was the name of the band that was playing downstairs in the downtown wharehouse across the street from the house where someone got mad at me? Why was he mad again?
And why was it that nothing with the piano could work out so I could play that song for the boy who wanted to play along? First the chair was too short and the pedals had too much give- so that the keys moved significantly every time I pressed down with my foot. And I had to press down with my foot in order to be able to reach the keys...It was a leverage thing. Then, when there was a different chair that was tall enough the keys were too loose and they reminded me of rotting teeth, which turned me off to the piano entirely.