lions and tigers and the deluge

There was a flood that created a lake between my house and the neighbors across the street. In it, massive sea beasts were swimming upstream. They were walrus-like, with the tusks of mastadons and the disposition of seals.

Down the road, walking home from her commute, was a show business junior executive, a rather fetching black woman. We chatted. She said she had forgot something that day that she needed for her job. She kept walking as we talked. As she fjorded the stream/lake that ran through part of the street, I called to her and said what she forgot was her canoe. She laughed as she swam.

Later, there were snakes, coyotes, and mountain lions that traversed the water and the wilderness. The mountain lion had the build and countenance of an African lion and not that of a cougar.

dirty, dirty

So I dreamt that I was making out with the girl I can't get over. For some reason, we moved off of her bed and onto a hardwood floor, where I began to go down on her. We stopped after I complained about how dirty her floor was. With the back of my hand, I swept up a little and picked up a few small piece of trash before we moved back to her bed.

We resumed what we were doing, but the rhythm was gone. So was the point of continuing.

I used to routinely clean up the back yard of her apartment building, which her neighbors had turned into a dump. I once suggested she move in with me, but she said she could not see herself moving into a place where the neighbors kept their trash on the street. (My neighbors were doing reconstruction and had a temporary dumpster installed.)

Often, real life lacks the logic of a dream state.

center

My uncle tells me to fear any woman who has no center. I tell him I do nowdays, but I never realized that was part of the problems with some of my affairs.

"You are so right -- a lack of a center leaves a vacuum," I tell him. "And we all know how nature feels about a vacuum."