dream II

Date: 10/21/2016

I snuck at night to a house lit by agate amber light inner the house was a girl who was young, red-haired, and fair-skinned. She was happy to see me, was nice -- we had a lot of sex. It became morning and you could hear, through the window, the garden and the fens, and macadam leaves on the periphery cracking in the sound of her oncoming parents. She got up quickly, and looked at me in implication. She intercepted hazarding light in her hair. It was one of those moments of intense beauty that dually denies itself. She put me in the closet of all her flowered dresses. It was if she was ethereal within its wooden frame and perfumes suffusing the room. The car came up, the father was an asshole, I ran through the garden and left. I had a separate dream after this where I saw cartels warring in factions. I took money after it was done and went to federal prison. Before the war I walked the streets of the tall and white looming houses. Young children sped, quick, by us running, all in play. The day was colorful and bright with trellises spilling all their blosoms. The kids imbued me with their energy. I definitely will visit again.