...been doing this for some years now. it's cool. life is over when reflection ceases, I've been taught and I believe. it'll be 52 years in April; 32 years of sobriety in November, and I am no closer to knowing everything that I want to know than I was before. best news I've had all day. welcome to my Journey...
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Sunday, February 9, 2020
dream note 1
dreams of hanging out with Robert Downey Jr in the wreckage of the old Columbus, Ohio that I loved so much, speaking of the abuses people do to each other while my daughter, an infant again, plays in the rubble of a favorite memory. Another friend has bought the old building that used to be Tradewinds, but it's tore down and he has no inventory but he has customers. Finding an old Hollywood hotel in the hills that is under renovation and is a tourist trap, half remodeled now. When I woke up, the dream continued running in my head...going to this hotel specifically because my son wanted to get a tattoo removed, a tattoo that i'd gotten for him as a youth (in my dream), feeling like he hated me but just wouldn't tell me to spare my feelings...
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