This morning I awoke to Smashing Pumpkins on the radio and it smashed my ability to recollect my dreams last night. I normally wake up to my cellular phone vibrating or ringing. The words in my head are not replaced, rather I reinforce them. I recapture my dreams the moment I awaken like writing down notes at a lecture.
Today I will not be exploring my dreams, rather I will be existing fully in this realm. Perhaps this is the safest route since my past three dreams have been rather haunting and I am dire need of a break from rape, Hell, and adultery.
What I am digging lately in music is "Feist", "Spoon", and "Yo La Tenga". I need to get to Amoeba. The dancer in me is coming back. All the stretching and traction are helping me reacquaint myself with my limbs and rapidly beating heart. I am a bird again flapping my wings and soaring through the air. I am laughing again, too. It feels great. Deep down inside I am just a silly little girl who wants to play. Deep down inside all I need is love and Belgium chocolate pudding from Trader Joe's.
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