Monday, January 25, 2010

Another lucid dream

Had a lucid dream last night. This one was rather complicated.

It involved my father on his way to make some sort of testimony on corruption. I think it had to do with extortion and organized crime.

While my father did own his own pharmacies as a young man and had to deal with people robbing his store at gunpoint, he never had to cope with any mobsters shaking him down.

Anyways, in the dream he is going to be driven to the courthouse in New Brunswick. The route was to go past the old office building I worked in. In the dream, the site is under heavy construction/demolition and there were live explosives in the superstructure of the entire block.

So in this dream I am just roaming New Brunswick when I overhear these shady guys talking about how the grenades they want to use to take out my Dad might trigger the explosives in the construction zone. They were arguing with their boss about finding another way to get the job done.

The dream ends with me trying to figure out what to do: I could grab gun and start shooting these guys. I could call the authorities but I was concerned about who leaked the info to the criminals.

I think in the end there was some shooting, but it gets really fuzzy.

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Flame and Bone

When I was made from fire
Poured into the tender vessel of caution
That keeps my smoke from rising
Quickly did I discover that apart from crisp drizzles or falling snow
The world chilled my touched
Walking the narrow cornered gap between girders and cut stone
One learns to tuck his shoulders in or risk
Jostling a neighbor passing by rapt with want
For a clear path without the distraction
Of another man's boiling eyes
The tip of a finger
That oldest of all weapons
Grown deadlier and pristine in its invention
Gathers a mote of a cinder on its bare flesh
And turns pondering how best to scratch the impious itch
Prying open the tender seam
Where the oil of thought dews
Offering a new wick to ignite
Squirming alive as a salamander of mischief
That yearns for a taste of air it is so ready to devour
The steam of breath betrays me
Before the glint of orange spreads
In popping bright waves
Eroding the fibers feeding it
Leaving naught but ash
As my shell of quietude falls away