Dream Journal

A collection of ash in the wind..

              I am being lowered onto the Merrill Lynch' bronze bull
        that stands in Wall Street. Alex Baldwin is tossing pennies at
        the bull. There is a mad orgy in the streets. Lightning strikes
        at the merry makers. I can see a face in the black clouds above.
        It looks like Mickey Mouse.

              I tried to kiss Stephenie Meyer. Her body explodes into a
        flock of crows. She stands naked on a moonlit beach.
        She is speaking in a high pitch mantra. It sounds like an electric
        flute.

              The sky is black. There are no stars. Only a full moon stands
        behind Stephenie. She's moving her mouth, but all I can hear is
        the high pitch mantra...

            I wake. George is on the radio with a female Zen priest.
      She is praying her mantra in that strange sound,

            "Wee-ohm-ahm-wee."

      Hmm. Maybe some oat meal will hit the spot.

      ? ^
        V