You know how I kiss
I even kiss like that up in trees, I imagine I do anyways.
I had three significant dreams last night, but by the time I woke up for good this A.M I onlys remember the last one. It was about going to war and then buying a house.
I dressed up very appropriate in strong female attire.
It was a red silky shirt and a long straight black skirt, then heels. I even carried my body strong. There was news that if we wanted to go to war with what it is that we wanted war with, then we had to go home and locate the confederacy.
I did go. I went into the mountains, my father joined me and he dressed in a tough suit, black and looked serious. We drove to a red light and looked up to see the word CONFEDERACY in a brick over our heads, then we drove in.
I walked passed/past soldiers lined up to 'welcome' or 'oversee' us. One soldier woman had a swastika on her upper left arm. I felt angry to see it and marched passed/past her thinking, 'So I go to war with you...'
But, once we met the main man he would not let me battle, he said, "You cannot join the war, you're dressed as a female." He said my father would have to do the battle for me
and then I went off to the side-lines and found children dressed for war. I told the small boy he could fight in my place against the young other child. Then the war began. They had swords, armor and I taught him to use the sword.
Next thing I knew the war was over and you and I were in a large white house, looking it over to buy. We walked around it, the owner walked too. But, you turned into my female friend in order to talk to the owner differently.
I stood in the backyard waiting, watching. I noticed the toys all scattered around the outside, a wooden riding horse, a small child-sized card or tea table, those kind of suches.
When you returned you were weary and on the verge of tears or collapse. You laid your head in my lap and said it was done now, the owner tried to collect you up in his arms, but you stayed there against me and I felt for you, knew what it felt like. When you rose up you said, "We're dead." And I looked to the ground and saw small off-white papers with the words You are dead on them.
Instead of this seeming as a loss to me I celebrated and grabbed the notes into my hands, crumbled them up and said, "That means we get to begin again, we're able to start living!" I was relieved and asked if you signed his papers, you answered yes. Right away I went to the children's toys and began cleaning the yard, moving them out of there. We bought a house to make our own.
The war was over and we were home-owners, the neighbors looked over at us, staring and trying to make sense of what we'd mean by being there.
`Do you know, I was so angry, Kitty,' Alice went on...`when I saw all the mischief you had been doing, I was very nearly opening the window, and putting you out into the snow! And you'd have deserved it, you
little mischievous darling!
~Lewis Carroll
Crazy bits 'round here too. I could do with a paddle up some stream I never been up before and thinking about anything 'cept
