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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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I'm in a park, well treed, there are tables everywhere with my things on them...maybe my things, not sure, maybe it's a flea market...
My children are here, somewhere, I don't know exactly, they're younger, off playing...
Walking off to a short hill the weather begins to change, dark clouds, a grey funnel reaches down above me and opens it's mouth like a sandworm, and up in it's maw I can see the clouds lightening to white, fluffy, and I'm drawn inside...
...Sitting now, in the clouds, I'm with Eve, not my daughter, but Eve of Adam and Eve, a fiery, beautiful redhead, forever young, she's speaking to me about some petitions I've made, both her and Adam, they are the rulers of the universe, and I'm worried a bit about my children as we're talking then I realize that here, in the clouds with her, time has no meaning...
...we talk, about my petition (which I can't remember), I'm asking about her husband, Adam, commiserating, they can never be together, she rules the sky at night and he the day, and never can they meet, and this saddens me but I realize that time, to them, is but an instant, and come the end of the universe they can be together and then realize again that the universe is without end...
She places me back in the park from where I was taken, walks with me a bit, I run into my children, only now they're younger, some of the stuff on the tables I recognize to be mine, I introduce her to Eve, my daughter, but she's not so impressed, and I find that not only has no time passed but I'm years earlier than when I was taken, I didn't want this, I wanted to change some things, but at this time I'm with D**, the most dreaded of all ex's, and I entreat Eve yet again to return me to the present, she tells me that everything will be all right, this is my chance to try again, and she leaves and I know I was fortunate to have this audience with her, that I might never again ...
...and upon the tables, vendors, selling curious busts in bronze, puzzle boxes filled with secrets if only you can put them back together, ...
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Dreams
- Hits: 1974
Since my dreams are erratic and occasionally nonsensical I thought I'd put you onto someone elses dreams...Dion McGregor, a Somniloquist Extraordinaire whose dreams were recorded by bemused flatmates and made into records.
Not my dreams, by a long shot, but nonetheless amusing and intriguing...
Make sure you listen to at least one...
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Dreams
- Hits: 2007
I'm somehow in London-not-London, a different variation of dream London, when I run into N*** & N****, I didn't know they were back here, living in Kensington, and I go back to their place for a drink...leaving, I'm off to do something ... (???), night-time and I'm trying to find my way back, I have to grab my car and continue upon my travels, I can recognize the neighborhood-ish, but everything isn't where it should be...I ask an old lady for directions, a large man, taller than the crowd and stooped at the shoulders bumps into her rudely, she merely greets him with a "Hi Tom..." and confides in me "Everyone around here knows him..."...she directs me, I'm merely a couple of blocks from finding my way...
...And walking I bump into A***** from work, we're walking together and we see, in the middle of the road, flapping their wings, two pigeons, flying, hovering in mid-air, each is dressed in a patterned peach colored vest and driver's cap, the one on top is trying to mount or undress the one beneath and I'm amazed, I point it out to A***** and he just dismisses it, "They're Prietes" he says, and hurries along....me, I'm trying to take a picture with my phone, the pigeons begin to fly away and scuffle, through my phone though, I see not pigeons but flying combating martial artists, an Asian woman and a man, and I'm taking pictures, taking pictures, A*****, whatever enchantment they're under isn't fooling the phone, A***** won't believe this when I show him, ...
...When she runs into me, the Asian girl, tall, beautiful, she's transformed from being a pigeon and we're both lying in a restaurant panting from where she flew into me, I see A***** getting a table with N*** and the restaurant, it's big, we get up to go and find them, she can explain everything later...
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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- Hits: 1719
(Short Nap)
...I'm in an office building, perhaps the biggest in the world, in the biggest city in the world, it's dark outside, after hours, the office, well furnished with dim lighting, brown wood hues and tones, a minimal staff, I'm looking for ******, ******, old, old, ex girlfriends, I need them for some reason, don't know why, need to contact them, or they need to contact me, not sure, and there's another one...there's someone I know - don't know, worked with on a film a while back, I'm asking him about them, he doesn't know, and I'm trying to remember the name of the one I've forgotten, not Lisa, she's dead, there's another, and it's important I see her, find her as well, I can't explain why, outside, from the dimly lit office, the city spreads out unending in all directions...
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Dreams
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I'm at N***'s, (not N***'s, dream N***'s), it's late, seems there's a party or something going on, she's in the next room watching some TV show, pseudo-scientific BS narrated by every alumni from Star Trek, her child is engrossed in something...we're not speaking, really, N*** and I, so I decide to pop out and grab some Vodka. I ask her if she want's something, she tells me a bottle of Grappa, and I'm a little surprised, she's holding a little glass mini, squarish, J&B embossed on the side, double check, no, she wants Grappa...
...Now I'm looking for my boots, and everywhere in her house there are boots that resemble mine, her boyfriend, 7 or 8 pair of leather workboots, drywall boots, beside my skates, N*** boots, a pair of leather boots that seem to be mine, searching, everywhere, everywhere there are boots, hundreds of pairs, but I can't for all my searching find my boots, and I need to leave...