welcome to a time of intense dreaming.

on saturday I was a native american rushing into battle playing a flute. i was sitting with a few others playing music and suddenly men wearing suits came into the field. we outnumbered them and there was a moment where we could have been passive and let them run us. but i had the urge to chase them off, and so I ran straight for one of them playing the flute. he shot me. I might have floated away and become a constellation.

last night I was running the mexican border, going from a little adobe house on a hill under a giant blue sky with my friend B and her new love that I haven't met yet. I wrote to her this morning to tell her about my border dream. coincidentally they are planning a border festival in the spring, from a little adobe house on a hill. I guess I've dreamed my way into it and will make my way over there come April.