Notes From Me

Thursday, February 17, 2005

Thanks, to Bucket Lady

For some reason bucket lady has had a cough for almost two months. The always doubled, "hhhggsssch-hhgsscchhh" of it can be heard sometimes around 7:30am.

In a dream this morning I was walking with an old woman to an outdoor event at the sea. When we got to the shore I saw one of those oil-wringing machines that bob like automatic birds, but it had a guy inside at some controls, and he was dunking and rising in the shallow surf. He looked rather maniacal. The lady, who when we sat down was blathering pleasantly and informedly, was somehow my girlfriend (and about eighty years old) or my new lover or something. As soon as I understood this I was quite against the idea so I left her there.

I walked still dreaming towards Jusco (the big department/grocery store here) but found myself on a rooftop that was under construction. I could see the store, but between I and it were ocean inlets and small mountain dunes. I went the way I thought would bring me to Jusco, but ended up at the seaside Natchi station (which has no humans working at it in actuality or in the dream). Incoming waves kept rushing at my socked feet, which was bothersome, then I saw an enormous wave, bigger than any mountain. I decided to forget Jusco. And I realized. So I turned and ran and shouted to myself in my mind, "Wake up! Wake up!" so pleased to have noticed that I could get out of this scene, but I didn't wake up so I decided to fly.

Over the lush mountains and blocks of partial town with silent people and bleached out buildings I flew toward home but I kept ending up at the sea. Once I swooped a little and saw a tall bent man with disheveled hair who was muttering and complaining and leaning on a cane. I asked myself to "Please fly me home," as it was pretty windswept and desolate and strange there. But I didn't wake up and kept flying. Then bucket lady coughed, which of course sounded as if she were in my bedroom, and in that instant I was able to open my eyes and behold my ceiling.
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posted by lux at 5:45 PM
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3 Comments:

B Goei commented at 2/18/2005~: wow, that's quite a dream. my favorite part is when

'i didn't wake up, so i decided to fly.'

hehe. nice.
salbaje commented at 2/19/2005~: thanks for straying onto my blog. (should i prerecord this one? or make a template of it? teehee)

do feel free to visit whenever you can.

summer is a-cumin' here. which reminds me, i have to hit the beaches some time soon...
kt commented at 2/21/2005~: perhaps this is bucket lady's real role in the world; to provide an exit door to people hanging out in difficult dreams, and only you now know her secret identity.

by the way, you were right about my lapse on the subjunctive. its what i get for typing these posts on the sly...

take care

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