Tuesday, March 26, 2013

As recounted to a friend on 3/25/13
 
Okay so, I was leaving my boyfriend's house, when my car broke down because it was time for service.
 
My car rudely blurted out “please head immediately toward Ramsey, New Jersey for your car servicing”.
 
I of course, was late for work so ,totally upset, and then confused at the fact that my car was literally driving itself in the opposite direction, toward Ramsey, New Jersey.
 
Besides in the opposite direction, it was additionally in a direction I had thought to be a dead end road. My car finally crunked to a hault, and I got out, only to find myself in a very out of place “Meca”. Burger Kings, Barnes & Nobles, literally a city in the middle of what had just been a rural area. I soon recognized it the Community College’s dormitory and surrounding area.
 
So weird. So cramped. I tried to just walk back toward my car, and found myself walking amongst a zillion students. I had some sort of dysfunction or disability that was not allowing me to walk. One of those indefined dream moments…Similar to the fact that my car wouldn’t move forward, or in the right direction, I myself couldn’t move forward, or in (what I thought) was the right direction – TOWARD WORK! TOWARD HOME!
 
So, I turned and walked into the city.
 
I was found by a young man, tall in stature, brown hair. I vaguely remember his face.
He was funny looking, not quite grown into himself yet, but promised handsome.
He could tell I was lost, but still I told him I was trying to find my way.
He decided to help.
He lead me around all over the place, through hidden doors, underground tunnels, back streets, everywhere.
 
Through houses that I thought might be my boyfriends – that is after all, what I was trying to get back to –
 
But I was having fun with this person. He was calmly, discretely playful.
I felt like a weak, innocent damsel in distress. At one point, he picked me up to walk across SOMETHING that I don’t remember.
 
The way he scooped me like I weight two feathers……
Finally, this young man and I recognized the house we were in to my boyfriend's. The family we talked with was my boyfriend's.
My boyfriend's dad said “What’s he doing in my house?” and pointed to the young man.
Then I said “Alright, I’m late for work, bye!” and I left out the back door.
My car wasn’t there though, of course. So I came back in and kept talking with them.
 
But the young man wasn’t there anymore....
And I don’t remember anything more. I think I woke up…

Thursday, March 14, 2013

/

Sometimes I want to
die so that someone
will see how much
goodness/madness
there was/is
within me/without me.

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

too good to be true

I don't believe in "too good to be true".
I believe in "so good, okay now let's make it true."