Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

i sensed rather than saw there in the corner a dark angel hanging upside down from the ceiling of my room tea stained wings folded like a cocoon silent screams piercing my soul with electric guitars screeching within eyes the color of ice water stabbing searching my soul. for what? did they think me a threat. little me? why? i could barely fathom the magnitude the expanse of the surface skimmed unconnected morsels weaved inside a web of too much. & for a minute half awake i cringed my fear swallowing me in a sea of hell inside my heart beating like an injured bird inside my hand. & for a second i believed it was real. i saw you too. you felt it in your dreams

and to this day, angel of death or angel of truth or just a half dreamt up vision going "poof." i still don't know. but this i do. after that winter i wasn't so scared anymore


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[note: A couple of years ago I woke up one night from a nightmare and felt a presence in my room that scared the shit out of me. A friend explained afterwards that he believed there are watchers (angels) observing us (and sometimes testing us by revealing themselves). This was at a time in my life when I was exploring my spirituality beyond the borders of my christian upbringing. And he said that maybe I touched onto something and made "them" notice me. For obvious reasons this freaked me out a little. But I don't know that I believe(d) it. It never happened again. I thought about this incident the other day and wrote this piece.]

it is only rock and roll but I liked it
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I love my dreams good bad or indifferent.
Cheap entertainment.
Do you speak or read French?

I would tell you why I asked
but I forgot

oh yeah
Interpretation of Dreams
it was a good year that year they say though I am still not sure,
around 1905 I think.
Had a French professor whose face would light up when he talked about it. I tried reading I got bored, but I could see why my much beloved professor loved that book

I am wary of anyone interpreting my dreams myself, freud said something like the dreaming mind, subconscious is the artist. I am so f-ing vain, I want to be the director of my own dreams. my own movie dreams.

fuck vain...i aM the director of my own movie dreams. it's all me baby. and yes, i love my dreams too, good or bad...sometimes i wake up only halfway to that point where you are aware that you're dreaming and can actually navigate them to some extent...

thanks mr trukin

I only had one dream that I could in any possible way imagine to be "christian"
a black jesus in it
well a black man
he never said he was christ
that was more an aha moment on wakening
he was a cool dude, had a nice sense of humor
a good guy
who was cool to hang out with

but on farther reflection he could have been Osiris. Something god like about him, Refreshing good sleep that night

rock on SG