Blacks and Bays, Dapple’s and Grays

Slowing, now….easing into rest.

Sitting here in underwear and wet hair, eyes running at 72% capacity. It was my room mate that relieved me of the unusually frustrating and banal dream…and I find it strange that I could be pulled from something so artificial, but yet so predictable, by something that sounds so dream-like and fanciful. He woke me up playing the organ in the kitchen at full volume, phantom of the opera style…which was something of a relief, as I had grown tired of screaming at a terrible woman for my car. I dreamt that it was the future, and I was on my way to work after spending time….somewhere….a party, or a friend’s house. The city was foreign, but somewhat cozy. Perhaps a town in Maine. But as I was on my way to work, I had to stop at the ATM. Left my car running, as it was almost in eyesight of the strange futuristic atm thing, but for some reason I had terrible problems with the machine, and consequentially annoyed a good number of passer-bys with my screaming and bitching and machine slapping, until at last I broke the thing and had to leave in shame, unfulfilled. I went back to where my car was, but it was gone. Gone, baby, gone. Ran around in circles almost in a panic, until a strange (and inherently evil) woman approached me and said she knew where it was, she and one of her friends took it. I’d have to come back to her house to get it. She seemed the type that picked her companions based on random temperamental interest, but with the explicit goal of torturing them with whatever means necessary. I rode with her and her pals back to her apartment, where they were watching disgusting pornography, all the while screaming at her to tell me where my car was. She’d just smile, and talk about something else…eventually it got physical, and I wrapped my hands around her throat. She finally motioned to a fellow that was there to go and get my car, and I followed him outside. He went around back, and brought it up. I hopped in. It smelled like body odor and something else, which I was pissed about. I rolled down the windows and got to work late……where there was…..organ playing…………..