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Self-indulgent spewing, as therapy; semi-lost thoughts and experimental emotions that I'm not even allowed to pay someone to listen to.

"I looked my demons in the eye, laid bare my chest, said do your best to destroy me."

"I don't know what to say, I never even pray, I just feel the pulse of universal dancers."

Saturday, May 10, 2014

Padang dreams


  • painting a snowman (on the side of a fridge?) .. white paint diluted and not showing up very well against the background
  • large high ceiling room, probably in the u.s.  Sean Gude and others there (Alyssa?).  recent times.  end of something like a small version of comic-con.  long steep floor without mats or bleachers after the event was packed up, serving as a natural slide.  door at the "top" of the hill/room, led into high school hallway.  one long slide from the hallway all the way down the "hill" in the room.  going back up to the hallway for another run, hearing footsteps slow in the hall, probably high heeled.  scooting quietly down the hill then looking up through the open door: a woman walking very patiently, slowly, deliberately, with a self-occupied child, the woman lost in thought.  looking at the others who are watching the woman pass by the open doorway above, one of them is suddenly japanese, and/or reminds me of a japanese festival (that i'm meant to attend?).  something about a black rubber-like surface with high grip.

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