This is from a dream… Sunday, July 18, 2010
It starts with Herschell and I in a room that was reminiscent of my childhood room in Ohio on Virginia Ave., but it’s not. We are playing with what seems like old style Army men and cows, cars, buildings, people, tree, dogs and such all made in that familiar green plastic with the characteristic ridge on the sides on a big wooden table in the middle of the room. Then Hersch stood up and said he had to get ready to go, so he started putting on things out of our closet like a white turtleneck but it had a spot, a green pair of corduroys but they were ripped, white dress shirt but it was ripped also. Then my stepfather Jimmy came in the room and began to instruct Hersch on the proper way to dress but Hersch ended up in pants with the top part made of squares of blue and red and yellow flannel with green and white spots in the middle. Above the knee and down were horizontal stripes of orange and blue flannel with little black and brown drawing on them. They were made in the style of Raver pants (loose fitting with extra wide bell bottoms). His shirt was a pajama style with green and orange dancing bears on it. I was shocked by the look of it.
Then suddenly I was walking across the street to the park and saying goodbye to Herschell. As he walked through the park I walked to a small play area closer to the middle of the park and I could see three people coming across the park towards me. The small play area consisted of a giant slice of a Red wood tree maybe 30 feet across, two bent metal tubes that crossed over heads (they came out of the wood and over our heads down on the other side) and four swings hung from one tube separated by a spinning tire swing. On the other tube were smaller metal climbing bars. The whole things made like an X. It seemed terribly unsafe but I told myself I didn’t make it. At the beginning there were just a few people there mainly me and Stephen. He was on the spinning tire and between sentences would spin and ask me to stop him from spinning while he laughed. The three people coming towards me finally made it to the play area and they were city workers there to remove the boxes that captured ghost-demons roaming through the park. The boxes get full and have to be replaced. The two men and one woman were dressed regularly but had special equipment. I knew the bigger guy but not well. They spayed ‘special’ oil on the poll that was right next to the play area and started prying the box off the poll. It smelled terrible but we all knew that that was the demons scent. As they finished the first one more people came to complain they waited too long to change the boxes. While they were working I notice there were small ants all around us and people stepped around and over them. I grabbed the ‘special’ oil to spray them and the female city worker freaked out and yelled at me to not kill the ants, she hated when people did that. Then I saw a large black beetle defending himself from the attacking ants. So I got a stick and flicked him to my right into the grass. People cheered when they removed the box. The big gay guy said he could not remove the other boxes because he was not strong enough. I then noticed that there were about six to seven demon boxes in the park. He walked over to a giant black porn star that was sitting on the edge of the Red wood circle and announced that this guy would take over because of his great strength and the people cheered. Stephen said he hoped they would finish today and I said I wanted a cup of tea and then I woke up.///
PreZen
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