Escape from American Highways to Sonic Indigo

Seeing the metaphors in dream, is it a forecast for an external event? Is it a sign pointing to inner manifestation? I would emphasize the latter, though in many ways they are interconnected.

Example in Cat dream

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“Paul, meet Paul” a friend from Boston sits across from a recent acquaintance. “I’m only going to St. Louis,” he confesses weakly. His scooter lies in disrepair at our feet. I’m on my way west, as far west as one can go, a bicoastal flight. The highway night is bleak, streaming lights cascade horizontally in the brittle rain. The sky is opaque with faded ebony, a mildew of steam emanates from under the gyrating wheels of our speeding metal encasement. 

My brother drives our mother’s work car. “You’re going to drive this when you’re on your way,” he says warmly. I’m dropped off at a gas station. A dark-skinned attendant intimidatingly pulls over a gas hose, pointing a muzzle onto my plate glass window. The night is endless. “Where am I off to?” I question my racing mind as my sibling waves from a friend’s vehicle, moving away. All is out of sight. I am somewhere in the middle. I see the futile passage of infinitude stretching beyond the hoarse glow of my shifting future blown to the winds of the American past. 

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Escape

"If you escape from some place of confinement, it signifies your rise in the world from close application to business...This is an omen of good luck for many, as it is a statement that you are making good." (iDream)

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selflessness is the father of human survival

a feathered ear

a hummed prayer, upwards

soars without me

March 11, 2011

Improvised spoken word on a bridge overlooking the Bow River

Homocidal Love Crash

The Dead Bird by Albert Pinkham Ryder

Beginning in a large, commercial grocery store, I fade away from being in the presence of my wife, led into the presence of a girl I knew in High School who had pursued me. I find myself cheating on my wife with her, even going so far as to introduce this past character to close friends of mine. Again in a grocery store, my wife finds me there, this time alone. Together we exit from the parking lot. She is driving (which is strange because I've never seen her drive a car before) and suddenly she hits the drive pedal full throttle into open traffic. (I feel suddenly that I am in the opening scene in the film "Vanilla Sky" which is oddly enough about dreams...) We fly past a school of oncoming cars as they are about to crash into us sidelong, buzzing through a red-light intersection. We get past the intersection unscathed, however my wife slams on the pedal even more earnestly as we make for an unstoppable trajectory into a forest, halted in a crash by the steaming, totalled car bent and asphyxiated by a thick forest. I wake relieved as she sleeps peacefully beside me.

Long Black Hair of Her Daring Love

Madonna by Edvard Munch

In a downtown café stroking the long black hair of my Love, and feeling hot and bothered in a public place with friends around…in a car rental parking lot, experimenting with driving around curves, risking fear

July 17, 2011