Mr. Nobody
Ex Member
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this is a recent early morning dream:
I'm talking with a tall black man, he holds a cane in his left hand. He's either pretty tall or I'm sitting on the floor. He's white-bearded, a straw hat, smiling. I don't remember much about the specifics of what we talk of. He is my old friend. He gives me a manuscript to take back to my people. And so i go...
.... flying in a night sky, it's a city-scape, lit up and celebrating, lots of people on the streets, feels like New Orleans or some such place dedicated to 24/7 celebration. I'm flying low over people below, thinking "they can't quite reach up and grab my ankles and pull me down, that's good, better fly a tad higher though, ya never know..."
I'm looking for a building. I land and go in one. It's like a train car, people are lined up at the sides playing games. This isn't the place but I watch the fun for a few moments. Then I fly on...
....and land in front of a club. I recognise some folks going in. I join them. It's an L-shaped room, the little stage right there as you walk in, a little band playing roots music, a bar to the right and tables through-out. The folks I walk in with (Lucy, Kathy, Irene and others) say "Let's try and sit together" but we can't, so we spread out, some of the rest of us are already here and settled in. I think of getting a whiskey or a g & t from the bar but see E. J. and another woman, both of them part of our gang. I go to them and put the manuscript I've been carrying the whole time on the table in front of E. J. "I just came back from the hoodoo man" I say. "I'll look at it later" he says, but he opens it and does a smart thing: he sees that the back page is secretly sealed. He separates it, there are hidden pages. His gal looks at them, smiles and hands them to me. "Alright! Good work." He nods, both to the music and me.
I go to the bar and lay the material down, get a drink and start to read the hidden part. There are spiritual excercises explained and symbolic/mythic material. This is some interesting sh*t. Lu, Kath and Irene (and others) are sitting up front near the music. I wave the papers to them. "Hooowheee!" I shout above the music, "Yeah!"
Well, I have buddhist spiritual dreams, down-south spiritual dreams and hard-to-classify spiritual dreams. This one has folks in it that are in lots & lots of my dreams ( Lu, E.J. folks from Linn's and here...) and it's one of them southern-type dreams. I liked the feeling of this one a lot. And I like the manuscript I've been reading since then, it's not a novel but more like a recipe book or stereo instructions. It's to make something...
Tim F.
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