More dreams from last night, cascade ones, so no inner relations unless
you are a psycho-analyst:
1)
I want to know where my cats are and arrive in a strange garden. A
small white bear is sitting there on the shoulder of a giant lady.
She is breathtaking, has large black hair ands wears a bright black
dress. I look to the bear who is quite happy and tells me he is on
her shoulder because it highlightens its white fur!
Still
no signs of my kittens. A flock of movement appears in the sky, I try
to focus on them and understand it is a flock of birds, a flock of
pelicans even, but when I focus even more my view they are not
photographic but cartoon drawn with an abundance of colors that
blinds my eye sight! I am living inside a comic story I think
disgusted and try to leave on the spot!
2)
I decide to return back from this strange garden. I walk into even
stranger halls of what seems to be a very narrow factory
construction. First I meet what looks to me like slave workers, they
ignore me because they are quite scared and avoid any possible eye
contact. Second room is a filled with laborants in white coats, they
experiment with whatever is available in the room and are quite angry
with my presence: I am an unwelcome intruder! Some of these assholes
I recognize from former job situations and I run away as quick as I
can, disgusted by seeing them again!
Why
all these cancers have not died of awful cancers goes thru my head
and I am regretting this reflection on the spot!
Third
and final room is full of naked workers coming from the showers, men
and women mixed, they all have doom and gloom in their eyes, look to
me as if I do not really exist. They are all incredibly ugly,
hair growing from every part of their bodies, even the femail ones!
They all look terribly angry and unhappy, almost ready to committ
rape and murder at any second! DO not stay here, a woman shouts, this is not your
crowd! Get OUT, pleaasse, get OUT !!!
3)
I try to escape from this nonsense factory and come into an open
field when I break a door without any pain or bloodshed. I check my
own body in awe!
4)
I close my eyes and try to see colors to escape the past nightmare.
A
labour manifesto text I cannot read is projected before my eyes:
The
first 5 statements are in black: the next 5 one are in white but the
10 sentences are all on the same blue background. I have no clue what
this is about BUT breakthru!
5)
So it is possible to dream in colors I reflect and then an abundance
of strange and even stranger images shoot before my eyes in all the
colors of the rainbow.
I
do not bother much because after all I still have not found my
kittens! And a man has to do what a man has to do, it is all a
question of priorities or not?
6)
The most simple things in life are often the most complex, goes thru
my head; it is the start of a complete poem based on what Mike Dyar
labeled or recognized as cognitive memory!
When
I wake up I remember every sentence and write it down but in a
reverse order; starting from the final phrase to first one, but it is
all in Dutch.
Which
makes me think: Okay, I can dream in colors now but still not in
different tongues, so I still have a long way to go!
One
kitten licks my feet, the other one nestled himself in my upper arms,
close to my face, almost suffocating me! I can hardly breathe, so
this probably caused this dream cascade, thanks a lot Buzzy!!!
7) WAKE UP CALL
voor Simonne
De
simpele dingen des levens
zijn
wellicht de meest complexe;
de
geboorte van een luchtbel,
de
nerven in het blad van een boom,
het
insect in je vinger die me aanraakt,
de
vogel die ik hoor zingen in je onderbuik,
een
ingedommelde traan in een ontwakende oceaan,
een
slapende kater op een schilderstafel in een kelder te Brussel,
en
mijn slapeloze herinnering aan waar jij sliep.
EN
DAN
Het
wakker worden met het geheugen
van
dit gedicht op mijn versteende lippen.
Het
onmiddellijke neerschrijven of al goed alsof
omdat
Buzz probeert te spelen met mijn pen.
GV
May
12, 2012
PS
NOTHING
of this story has been invented, cross my heart and hope to die!
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