A Mischief Of Magpies

If the Sun were the size of a beach ball then Jupiter would be the size of a golf ball and a Mischief of Magpies would be as small as a pea.

Monday, February 27, 2006

Snew ?




Snew with you ?

Dreaming crazy, vivid, physics defying dreams

In a house on top of a mountain in frigid blowing cold, the house bends with the wind sending the puke green shag carpet floor pitching and rolling as I make note that the window s are in but the casings & trim are incomplete. The furnitureless house bows back and forth in the wind and I am tossed about.

In a large dorm room in a university that can't exist, two bunk beds evenly a foot or two from opposite sides of the room the room itself is shaped like a piece of pizza with a blunt end where the pointy end should be. At the blunt end is a sliding glass door that opens onto a covered deck, down stairs into a grassy courtyard, surrounded by a semi circle of like courtyards and decks. I am a fly on the wall. The young men talk about a older women coming to town to visit on of the young men, a mistress.

I am flying about, running from starship trooper size bugs protecting my kids, telling people " we'll be OK, I can fly"

I am riding on a self propelled blanket around a department store. Sitting Indian style on a blanket that rides on the ground with no visible means of locomotion. Grinning from ear to ear as I zoom through bedding and kitchen ware.