Fleshity-flesh-flesh-flowers-mmmmmmm!!!

I once heard a little girl in the playground at the park when I was working-out sing, "I come from HONEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYY! I am in Heaven!"

Ahh, the simplicity, the accuracy! Children are masters without any knowledge of their profound value. Because here I am robbing her simple truth and divulging it to the cosmic consciousness.

Luckily truth is as deep as it can be plumbed. Sigh, it is but another triffling poetry. . .if not savored, it disappears as if it never was. And believe me, the way she said it was like a rare bird's song; impossible to describe or repeat.

Last night's dream was another rip-roaring ride of fantastic magnificence. But I wanted to play that organ so bad I got up early not to record the dream, but to get an hour of funky hum in before work.

However, there was an aspect to the dream that should be drawn, as words could never describe this spectacle.

Right near the end of a long, long dinner-type-party with multiple families all coming and going, levels, an opulent environment as if by the sea, high-up in sequoias, and in luscious bohemian architecture at the same time, we were all floating away. Haha, yes, literally, we were floating up like balloons through branches, like we were driving down streets towards our respective neighborhoods. The morning was dawning, or the night was falling. I see two girls with very nice bubbly-shaped bodies oogling me and they see me liking them. As I do, what had seemed maybe to be fabric was now skin, and their balloons breathed ever-so-close to mine, within reaching distance, and began turning as if their street went that way and my path lay straight ahead. . .

As the closest girl turns, her ass becomes closest to me, in my face, and my eyes greedily dig to within inches of her -- her pussy shows itself to me, and it is unlike any human sexuality -- it rises like the flower of a passion-fruit...[pic]...the stem lifting and retracting as the dark ring of the flower contracts and relaxes. Like a wave goodbye.

I am shocked, tickled, and smug. I wake up, wood, and it is morning.

Jailhouse Harem.

We are living on Sanborn, on our side, but more like in the big apt building next to the church, at the end of the street. I am there in contentable something, but I get up to go outside. I go over to my old house, and it is my place still. I go inside and hang out, and contemplate my conflicting desires. It feels like those days when I had the thick heavy curtains and my Beatles posters on the walls. Like the days when I fantasized about hiding a camera in my room and recording sex with strangers.

I become inclined to go somewhere I am not supposed to go. Instead I visit Rhonda at her old place. She had nephews over, and I just say hi and excuse myself.

Somehow there is a giant battle. There is another couple fighting on our side, Liz, myself, maybe another friend. We line up in formation and face the opposing army...I see an armadillo and hippo-like creature closest to me. I make eye contact with them -- I have a staff. They look strong and deadly in a fight, so I determine my strategy, I will swing in such a way that I will jab out their eyes. Just my realization of this scares them, I feel my fight won, but the battle starts. I am reluctant to do this because of the permanent damage it will do, but our lines advance towards each other. I am almost begging to them to stop and turn around, but as they get closer, I stab the armadillo creature in the eye with my side-to-side, rapid circular swinging.

Something shifts in my feeling about the fight, I begin to fantasize or see that it is really a very sexualized party, where people are all really trying to flirt and hook up.

Liz stops the whole fight (or waits till it is done), and says conclusively, "That's it! I've known it all along, or at least suspected it. Now this confirms it. You aren't serious about me, you want to play, and that's all you want to do!"

She leaves me because of her post-battle conclusion about me. I am left in the dream wandering and wondering, "Is that really true? Sure I have always wanted to mount just about every girl I see, but in lieu of somebody loveable, real and down-for-a-life-together?"

I feel Leticia's presence strongly and begin thinking that she is doing this to me somehow, voodoo or magic or whatever, despite having concluded in my waking life that she has set me free.

Somehow I end up in jail. Once there, I am shy and try to be invisible. It seems like a tremendous waste of time. I get out but instead of going home, I hang out by where the old courtyard brings down all of its trash. I notice something that looks like recyclable stuff. I begin unfolding and removing shrouding that has been carefully laid around it and on top of it.

I can't remember what I find, but I am excited like I have found something amazing. So I go back to jail. There I feel like I am Woody Allen, just buzzing as if I would talk about anything. And there are women in the jail, and they are all talking in a way that feels like sex.

I get out of jail and I go back to Sanborn. I hang out on the street again, it seems like maybe the other couple from the battle come around (aaron- and orchid-ish?). I do not entertain them, they leave. Then sexy stranger women start mulling around, as if walking up the street. I engage them, and talk like weaving a spell. I copy the thing I saw the women do in jail. It seems like they want me and it is all quivering anticipation like that.

Then I am telling the story of when I was in jail to a black girl. I am trying to describe the way the jail girls would say to the warden, "Weeeellll, THIS negro did/said blah, blah, blah..." But then I get majorly self-conscious, as if I know that I am going to tell this story and it is going to have no punch-line. Suddenly after that, like, everybody shuts up to listen to my loud mouth, but I look at this girl in the eyes, and it is a challenge, like, "Come on, why don't you tell me what they said in jail?"

I choose not to. And then I'm walking up the street with Liz and she's not mad. So I tell her about this thing I have found hidden on the street, and how this seems like a really smart thing to do...like a squirrel, kind of like, hiding nuts along your path so when you really have to walk your path, there will be gems for you.

She agrees, "That would be a great thing to do." Then she says, "Chris could never have done that."

Then I have this weird sensation of erasing my environment, myself and Liz as if I had drawn it all and was over it. And I woke up POP.