Dream Choreography

[Michael Barwell]

Quite an involved dc 2Jan c.11am (having gone to bed/sleep at 9am - standard time frame);
Someone I know is travelling (true). The dc: He leaves me his car to wrap-up & finish packing/lock. location is just 'round the corner from me, Larchfield St, before the new builds but after demolitions of a house I knew ("house" is really common ref these days). Car's full of stuff; it may've been supposed to be his old car, which i'd mentioned in conversation just a couple of days earlier. Packed to the gunwales it was. Ppl walking by & commenting; some seemed to be care-in-the-community types, one commenting on the view as "surview" (sp) (-tosurvey(withtheeyesormind)..). sarcastic, i took it, & dismissed with a counter-sarkky. (possibly a point-score there; I presume it's the shitehounds saying "He's going somewhere nice & where he wants to be; look around you - it's shit, why not do the same?" to which, like I say, I'd essentially said "fuck off", as usual.

So, other vaguely nefarious types get involved one by one & individually - no confrontation or more than one at a time, I'm just keeping an eye on 'em for the opportunist nicking something.

I'm locking-up the car & there seems to be a key for each door & boot, not different, just keys plural. Clockwise from drivers side & at the last, i see a pistole 7 2x US-style military knives (leather washer grips); vaguely i'm thinking a) a blankfirer, & b) "So THATS where my USAF survival knife went" (from many many yrs ago), he must be using these to splinter-off tinder from firewood to get a fire going, like he did with stove & fireplace in realworld. I packed them/put them out of sight in/under the dash.

Next, the car had shifted to the other side of the street, with a shopping trolley half full & spilt of coloured metallic small boxes on the pavement instantly I'm thinking it's his/reminiscent of his-, old audio tapes of the Hitchhikers Guide TTG, but masses of them. Along trots one of these vaguely nefarious types again apparently keen to pocket something; very tall (I know 2 very tall chaps, one of whom was ref'ed to quite a lot by my schizo pal, one time as having "Bought a machete" a ref not uncommon, this is a ++6' skinhead, who, as it happens, I used to quite like on the few & brief times I'd shared a doob with, but he DOES get used by name to intimidate ppl, quite whoreishly').

So, I put myself in the way & suddenly we both have empty clearglass bottles in our hands obviously weaps [& the neuralgic sets-in to my right temple]. I'm shoving him he's pushing me in fact, intent on passing thru' me. And there's that distinct sense of dream-weakness that you get when youre running, that weakness of running thru' mud I'm trying to lift my arm, eventually manageing a fairly light clunk' of bottle against forehead; I get one back equally ineffectual (nothing at all), & I mechanically/auto-pilot manage to give him a few back & then Suddenly the bottles broken & jagged at the last, but no blood or any more blows, just a curious stop-&-look at the bottle.

At this point, I'm leaving sleep, & it's done, stops. Couple of minutes later as I'm running thru' it for memories sake, a siren at some point as I notice the focused EM hissing tinnitus' & the last of 3 (I think) cognitive whispers' "daughters", to neuralgics, chirps & clicks. The cogwhisp coming across as very ad hoc & unconordirated, a bit like an adult baby throwing it's toy out the pram, as usual [ooh, neuralgic der gotts don't like it being pointed-out that they're full of shit].

If I'd've gone at that fella with gusto, or with the broken bottle, the shitwhores'd say "Look! See! We were right all along!" A thousand million times they've done these stupid fucking games, & they're still waiting, but they're still abso-fucking-lutley shitehounds. I've said precisely this before, & doubtless I'll be saying it again sometime soon.

ENDE

Anyways, this morning i woke to the same 'floaty' dc type mind-play, but the only thing I remember is the very very vaguest of notions of a train - there wasn't any more at all than just that 'whisper', like a dream choreography without that actual 'dream'; the e-caffeine was just as strong, & just like yesterday, I'm up & about after not 2hrs of sleep. I used to call this "floating lead", as you are floaty, but heavy too - sleep paralysis-type sensation - it's actually very nice, just better without the bullshit.