Category Archives: Dream Synopsis

I

Don’t think I’m that important in this scenario
Unless
Maybe
You think so? Because if you do, I’m like the importantest
But I’ll have humility about it
I’m not the kind
Of person
To write a long ‘poem’ on the subject,
Ya know?

I think I could just be
With you
Or
Like
Occasionally occur in your consciousness
Oh man
That’d be so cool

Yeah I think that’d be really nice

Maybe that’s what love is do you think?
This sometime romantic collision
Of thoughts
Isn’t it the most romantic when it’s basically not real
When it’s like two imaginations kissing and
And neither of them know?

That’s probably very romantic
Like a train
You know
Like a train drifting above the town
Like a roller coaster train
A monorail maybe, just
Flying through the air somewhere
I don’t know, it just does it

Yeah

Or maybe a space rocket that takes you
Through the safe air
To darkness, to being truly alone
To suffocating dead

Or, or it’s like a theatre I guess
Maybe at some weird university
A school but not if you know what I mean
Like all these rich kid shenanigans
Strange rituals
So in the theatre you can barely tell
What’s
What’s performance
Do you see where I’m coming from?

Nah you’re right I think the train is nice
I like sitting on there
Just
Watching the world continue
As it goes by

Could you
Maybe
Could you
Like
Come with me?
Not necessarily on a train but
Trains are nice
I proved that (sort of)
So… so maybe you could?

I like being near you
It’s nice
You seem
To
Like it
Too
Unless you’re lying but you wouldn’t do that

I think

Bull

then we’re back at the bar, this little shanty place in the brown below and shade of a steel bridge, open, food stalls, picnic benches, but quiet or even private
this big guy I know walks in ahead and is throwing his weight around again, he pulls this pistol out from the usual place and starts waving it
before long he’s shooting me a few times like he does, a few bullets in the arms, especially the shoulders, some go through and some stay, I stand and take it for a while but it’s not just me, and I’m angry but it’s not just me, this other man who came in with us, he makes it bigger than just me and big bull, I walk up to the bull and take his gun, point it into his forehead and whatever snarls he had becomes this calm visage, he smiles, there’s an acceptance, a desire for death, a kind of only mildly suppressed self knowledge here, almost stripped bare, the fact of a gun barrel in the folds on your forehead, at least, that’s how it all seems
I misfire
He takes the gun back and points it at me, I guess sad, I guess angry, I guess usual
Suddenly I have to decide whether to make my peace, and I suppose I have to, if death is coming I think I can’t panic and piss myself and shit and scream out, no, I think I have to be calm and look down the barrel and look down the eyes so we both know the score, and everything that dies can die peacefully
He misfires
The gun is empty.