Crow

Photo By: Jen Hoppa.

Scattered reminisce of thought.

A school.

A church.

A building of sorts where people gathered.

Outside in the parking lot my best friend Judy in a car with another girl. A strange force a wind blows through the car and there is silence. This is bad and whatever it was is inside Judy now.

I take her out, I pray for her, lay hands on her, I pray in Heavenly tounge. This goes on, it last a long time...

Finally there is a break, the thing begins to come out, just a little at first where I can feel it exiting through her back. The thing is boney, hard, I life up her shirt and pull it out all the way. It is a dead crow. Dead but still alive. Skin rotting, feathers mangled. It moved around like a new born child. Only this is no child. It is evil.

I try to kill it, I will not die. It escapes. Judy is safe but it is still out there.

Dirty Laundry

We are taking a trip. Myself, Tara, and two men from my work, Kyle and Vince. We are walking on this trip and make it about thirty miles away when I say, let’s just take a bus or something because its faster. Vince gets mad and He and Kyle separate from us (witch I am glad for). We go to the bus station, we go to Florida, where I used to live, we are then in another place, at hotel. Its not florid I don’t think. I look out the window, I see a blurry but familiar scene.

Beautiful River that runs beneath the place we stay in. It makes me un easy, Like I have dreamed of it before but never have seen it in real life, and perhaps that dream was a bad one. It seemed like there were painful memories beneath those seemingly beautiful, placid, waters.

I walked outside to a spillway that fed the river, there was dirty laundry in the water, old coats that I wanted to look at, many of them were bight green and the were also dirty mops lining the floor of the spillway that let to the river below. The water here was so dirty but the water below was so clean. Tara calls to me so I leave it. On my way I find old match box cars and micro machines in shelves made of dirt.. They remind me of more memories, perhaps from my childhood.

The Green Sick

It comes three times, each time progressing in the amount that it comes. I am setting in a city, downtown at bus stop bench. I am talking to a man, explaining something to him and there is a girl there backing up my statements. Green matter, (sickness I think) begins to ooze from the crevices of all things. It seeps from our eyes, from our jeans, mostly from the man but also from me. As I said the dream happened three times, on the third the ooze came like a Tsunami down the streets of the city. I attempt to blow it back with a super human deep breath, but I don’t have the wind it seems, the man stands beside me to fight as well, but it doesn’t seem to matter, some other force blows the destructive sick back. The dreams end.

Jump Suit

Opened a path to tight spaces filled with slides that got to small to fit through so I turned around and went through a glass wall like it was cellophane. Only I couldn’t break through.

He was waiting on the other side to hurt me. But people came to my aid. He was destroyed because of his own selfish amities to ruin my life and take away from me the one thing that means the most.

Then I was a prodigal protégé in a sort of military camp for people like me. They had guns that shot concentrated air. I could fly but the guns would knock me down. The instructor really liked me but was really hard on me and the other people there looked up to me. We all wore black.

It ended with me making jokes and flying of like I had been shot from a sling.

"He lied to the church!"

I don't remember much about this dream except I woke up scared to death and in a sweat.

"He lied to the church!" they all cried out. "He lied to the church!"

There was a jacket, you know, like from a suit. I kept trying to get it on but I couldn't.

Who lied to the church?

I was one of the ones saying it, but it looked like the person who i was saying it about may have been... myself.

४-१६-2007

I have had dreams like this before, where I loose my teeth, maybe one or two are falling out. But last night I lost all of them, along with the bottom half of my jaw. I pulled it out like you might pull out a loose tooth. I tried to put it back bit I couldn’t get it in, it made me gag when I tried. I found a doctor to help, but he cut away part of the bottom, the jaw part, I thought to myself in the dream that it wouldn’t work, that I would be the same, but the doctor somehow made it work and I was fixed.

I also dreamed that I was teaching a guy to fly ( have this dream sometimes and I always have to be holding there hands while they fly or they will fall) but when we were out flying someone built these force fields to trap people in where they could see each other but could not get close to each other. I could pass through the force field but it infected me with radiation and I was scared. I am almost never scared in my dreams.