fuck that, imma fly

i'm on stage with modern dancers and singers and we are performing a meditative tune to a dark auditorium.  the next performer takes the mic and i flirt with participating, staying mostly in the wing stage-right.  --it's in between songs and everyone on stage seems to be holding a pipe or a bag of weed.  This dream is boring...on to another


I come to visit you because I know you'll be waiting for me.  You're outside with your coffee.  A white car approaches down the long wooded drive.  They shoot at us and I deflect the bullets back.  "What was that about?"  I ask.  "They must have it in for me" you say, shrugging.  The gun men return and i deflect their bullets again pull the trigger myself a few times with my mind just to scare them-- "you heard those extra gunshots? the ones that made them squeal?  I did that,"  I tell you.-- When they head off I start researching deflection spells to use on guns or bullets, just wanna know what my options are.  The chair next to you swivels around and a women is sitting in it.  "who is this?" I ask like she's not there "Oh, this is arielle, she's my girlfriend, totally saved my life this morning"  and instagram confirms.  So i get up and leave.  An annoyed, "i was just kidding" catches up to me, but i'm already jumping up to fly away.

 Once I make it through the arms of the trees i am greeted by the most beautiful river scene.  the summer-ish storm clouds are lush and i lay on my belly to look down at the roots growing in and through and around the water.  It feels how I used to dream about the east river, with the city on the other side, but this time, the other side is a dark, natural landscaped blurr.  I feel at ease.  I feel comfortable with myself.  I dip down in a city town that feels like greenpoint, bk but is really somewhere out in the country that is really somewhere here in atlanta.  I think for a second I'll come back to see how you are, but decide you've who you want to protect you now and it's not me.  So i try and fly again, get tangled in the powerlines. fear of my phone dying in waking life takes me out.

control center.

in the energy space i pick my teleportation destination my heart said "take me where I can see him, but he can't see me."  black faded to more black.  a dusty control center.  i looked in the occulous and it looked back into me.  i sang into the receiver and it came unplugged.  i kept singing

basic.

in a dream i ask myself as a child, what i dreamt as a child - i answer "the stars"

neglected characters in my dreams retaliate to say I'm the worst.  when was I most beautiful? when i was younger.

i can only conjure hiphop songs....

bleed all over d tools

all you did was tried to love me, but i couldn't stop bleeding.

when you beauty dies and the hands of man//what my healing hands cant mend

i awake on the shore in iceland. cold, crystal blue water washes in and out with the wake - my hand palm down on the sand in comfort as it would lie on the belly of a dying beast. i am mourning the loss of a beauty so great.  we are past the point of redemption.

all man can see, he squanders/he slaughters

she devils to eat you alive

it wasn't him who came to kill me, it was his new her.

best in show!

the longer i ignored him, the brighter i shined.

and i stumbled and fumbled up stairs in my unzipped boots.  i cheers-ed to people people i didn't know in empty glasses.  but i was comfortable and i was happy.  i was only acting as a favor to a friend.

the tables turned, and they were the one with secrets.  they were putting on a show.  diana ross said you shine bright and put a starred crown on my head.