It is two o’clock in the afternoon and I just got up out of bed. My aunt Flo is in town, so I’m kind of dragging my own weight around and feeling only slightly less than altogether crappy.
I turned on launchcast and was immediately treated to “Say Yes” by Floetic… “All ya gotta do is say yes, Don't deny what you feel let me undress you baby
Open up your mind and just rest…” I am really feeling that song lately. Immediately after that was “If Not Now” by Tracy Chapman, which, since I was in the 10th grade, I can’t remember being sick of it once. And then there is Lauryn Hill’s unplugged album. Absolutely haunting and in spite of the raspiness of her voice at the time, is the most unbelievably raw and heartpulling performance. Gee, somebody is in lady-land today…
One of the reasons I didn’t get out of bed so late is because I had a long dream which was still busy in my mind when I opened up my eyes. Rob got up early to go help T & R move furniture, so I just fell back into a deeply undisturbed sleep.
One thing I do remember about the dream was that it was my birthday, and my parents were there. And Rob was there…and my brother. My brother’s face was as clear as daylight and he looked sad, which is not terribly unusual, and I knew he was sad because he had clenched his jaw deeply in place so that the bones jutted slightly out of the corners of his face, the exact way that I do when I am anxious or frustrated. I wish I could see my brother and give him a big hug right now because I don’t know why he was sad in my dream, but I don’t want him to be sad in real life. Only happy and fulfilled and peaceful.
George was there too with his father and Xaq. A strange addition? Yes, but soon became the focus of the dream. Many events occurred around that particular aspect of the dream. It’s all much too confusing to describe, especially considering that george has incorporated into my dreams often for the past 8 years of my life, and I have pretty much resigned myself to the peculiar feeling of confusion that comes over me after.
Little Wing is playing (Jimi Hendrix).
Well, she's walking through the clouds,
With a circus mind that's running wild,
Butterflies and Zebras,
And Moonbeams and fairy tales.
That's all she ever thinks about.
Riding with the wind.
When I'm sad, she comes to me,
With a thousand smiles she gives to me free.
It's alright, she says it's alright,
Take anything you want from me,
Anything.
Fly on little wing.
I have to go put in a pot roast and grill a bunch of shishkabobs for T & R’s party. I better get started.
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