Dreams...

I just woke up. These were my dreams. There was a big party. We were laying in bed. People kept on bringing us presents, food, hundreds of people. All laying in beds, in a big house. It wasn't OUR house, but it was. Somehow, we made love amidst all the chaos and revelry.

I dreamed I took an old car I used to have on a trip. An old Toyota Corolla. Man, I loved that car. It was so dangerous. I got in it, and I was talkin to it, and somehow it was talking to me. It couldn't talk, but I knew what it was thinking. We drove down the mountain and 193 and into Lafayette.

I snuck onto a mine. I just wanted to see what was down there. As I went deeper, I grew a beard back. I love a beard. I had my hard hat and headlamp on. My long sleeve work shirt and boots, and it felt good. I got to the bottom, and there were little groups of miners everywhere. I crawled around in the dim light, exploring. Then I realized the miners had taken out all the pillows. A miner had a sledgehammer, and was beating on the last one. The roof of the mine was shaking, and little pieces of mountain were raining down around us. I headed back to the entrance. There was a girl there, in a huge dingy cream sweater. It was all ripped and smeared with coal streaks. Her hair was stringy and dirty and hung in front of her face.. As I passed she said a few words. I said something back. I got out. There she was on the surface. My alarm went off.

It was Christina. At the party, the car, the girl in the mine. I lay there for a second, warm and safe feeling. Then, that unearthly spasm that comes from a man's soul rent through me. I cried hot tears as I tried to not let my sobbing wake the babies. Her babies. My day starts. The angel of the morning slips back into the madness of the man's mind.