…had a dream last night, it was a crazy dream…a little bit like the crazy dream I shared last year dbisly … but more vivid; a newer more improved recurring dream: The whole block of us was sitting in like the eighth row, center amidst a full-house crowd, me on the isle next to a fully vibrant and everything she’s always been able to be Maya-babee, ...as the curtain come up on a blacked-over red, white & blue screen…looking like charcoal brown with the hint of the other colors behind it in thirds horizontally. & … as Herb Alpert’s trumpet begins to waft over the walls of the theatre, TRIAGE (in washed-out burnt sienna) begins up from across the bottom of the screen (yeah, like ROCKY…but different…use your imagination for Pete’s sake) and Juggling Jester and his hoodoo-painted assistant, and a monkey with a tattered Norman Mailer hat and a chocolate-covered banana lights a high desert campfire with a road flare… and then the visual gets blurry as my girl reaches over to suck face with me…but the music of A Secret Silken World continues and the melody plays and the visuals are blurred to my eyes because they’re not yet created by the only guy that could possibly create them in the company of his most accompaniable sorts of La-La posse people who do this kind of creating with their eyes wide open. …Then deep into one of the best deep kisses I’ve ever experienced … the noise and beat of (boom…) The Waiter begins to begin and the band of bands is on the screen with pestilence and urban blight and destruction as backdrop on the big Cinemark screen and then, up from beneath the floor, the riser rises … and the tops of cymbals rise up and the heads of bodies rise up and the heads of guitars rise up and the players take the stage to upstage themselves in perfect blocking before the screen and the long anticipated concert of concerts plays… while the movie plays and the audience isn’t crazed … shouting play this! And play that! And look at just how fucking piss-drunk I am! Because they’ve never quite seen anything like this in their lives; ..it’s the most incredibly perfect movie experience they’ve known and they show it in their due resonance, in the vivid vibe of the whole, … transfixed before TRIAGE the BIG film…and…there’s deep pain and woe and low-quiet wonder for what *could be of humanity in the drama…and…I’ve pined for this last year and the year before and still I suppose I’ve pined again last night and so here it is in multicolored hues of dreamscape that feel near as real to me as anything real or fake I’ve felt and …

…Shit!, then I woke up and the squirrel outside our window was hanging upside-down under the bird feeder…and it’s raining still but otherwise…a pretty decent day to hope…