Saturday, February 09, 2008

as i walk into my apartment i'm greeted by someone i've never met before. i ask how the fuck she got into my apartment, but the answer escapes me. as i move beyond the hallway, i realize that there's a party going on, and i'm apparently the last to arrive. the initial shock of coming home to an apartment that is supposed to be empty, but is instead filled with strangers, dissolves quickly as i begin to enjoy the atmosphere that has been created around me, though i've had no part in its design. the party, as it turns out, is awesome, and everyone is having a great time, but as i eventually walk toward my bedroom i start to hear whispers, and then screams..."someone is out on the window sill!" at first my fear is that i'm dealing with a jumper, but as i draw back the curtain, the severe truth is revealed. standing outside the window is a woman dressed in mechanic's coverall's, and she's pointing a gun at me. i immediately drop to the floor and hide, as does everyone else. i can see the dancing red and blue lights of the police on the street below as they bounce off the walls, and before i know it, the gun-woman has somehow descended to the street and is about to escape. i run downstairs and as i hit the street i see her climbing into a horse-drawn carriage. as she sits down i see her place the gun on the seat at her side, and the carriage begins to move toward me. as she approaches i realize that the outcome of this exchange rests in my hands. i seize the opportunity, and as the carriage passes, i grab the gun sitting on the street, and pull the woman from the carriage. no one seems to realize what i've just done, and i have to tell the police to get the woman while she's vulnerable. soon she's detained and i'm eager to get back to the party, so i jump in the air. somehow the power of disarming this woman gives me the strength to jump beyond my second floor window, and as i float through the air, slowly descending, as if in flight, i yell to my guests that they better get ready. i'm full of life, and can't stop jumping...the party has just begun...but then i wake up.
if only i could dream like that when i'm awake, maybe i wouldn't spend so much time sleeping. when consciousness seems like an unending nightmare and sleep reflects the truth of one's inner strength, what motivation is there to wake up? can dreams become reality, and if they do, could they ever live up to the ideal created in unconscious thought?

1 Comments:

Blogger M said...

That's a keeper.

1:31 PM  

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