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once embarrassing becomes routine. But not Marisol; she's one in a million. Then again, most
of them were great, given half a chance. A young fellow can forget to give a chance. Not to
worry. They're here, waiting their turns. Now they'll get a chance to be great.
Who am I kidding? Maybe they won't take the chance. Would they come to make fun?
Please. Maybe after my nap would be best. Or would that be after my nap within a nap, in a
few hours or days or a week or two?
Denial is common in dreamtime. The subconscious grasps at a better truth. Dreamers pull
out of a nosedive to level of and fly. A poor boy finds money in a pot with a rainbow sticking
out. A dream can repair life, so that life can open and be good forever. So life can accept what
will come, and be happy, no matter what.
My father and Flojo the cat stood before a coffin to sum things up. Empty and full are
phases of the same transition.
Caterpillar sheds his skin to find the butterfly within.
hat's a
song. I know it.
First there is a mountain, then there is no mountain, then there is.
The most compelling transition is bodily failure. Dr. King said,
Free at last. Free at last
. But
it's a process.
A dreamtime stiffy is not the dependable stiffy of youth. Coma is also called a persistent
vegetative state, but vegetables don't get stiffies. A man's first response to death is often the
piss, shit and stiffy series. What's the diff between sleep and coma? Either one could be an at-
tempt at bladder control, but a coma stiffy would have no romantic component—Boop came
to me! I sleep, therefore I am.
What month is this?
Old Dad came around when Flojo died to take her along. He'd never mentioned cats when
I was a kid. What got into him? Any shrink would tell you it was in me—but we share a com-
mon nature.
A seasoned dreamer develops control—pulling out of a fall, quelling the monster with a
fade out. And stay out! My script is also a work in progress. To whit:
Here come Rianne, Rayanne and Rianan. Their buxom shape and graying visage may be a
stereotype, and so is their singular warmth and fortitude. Who the hell is Rianan? She's from
a Fleetwood Mack lyric with some odd syllables for a chorus. Okay, she has an aging cosmic
vibe.
Hey, Rock 'n Roll. You look great, but don't lie to me. No smoke up the ass. Do you re-
member when I was skinny?
Oh, Juanita, oh, Juanita
Oh, Juanita I call your name
Gee, it's great to see you. It's good to know you care. I was just realizing how lovable the care-
givers come to be . . .
Where are you going? Don't say your needs were met, that you must be . . . Wait . . .
