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i was fast fast asleep having some dream of monumental proportions.

people could zap themselves from place to place by thinking it, desiring it, but it you didn't know where you were going to end up...like people would flash out of their lives into some other existence once they built up the proper desire and love and courage. never to be seen again.

i was discussing this with an uncle of mine that i hadn't seen in a while. he was saying as he stirred a scotch or something that where you end up was related to your preference of music somehow. indy cars were flying around a little race track that eventually morphed into big ones in the basketball courts / gym of my high school.

i didn't step inside the gym...i just peered through the open double doors a few feet away and saw these things flying at top speed. i turned around and there was a little computer software boutique that had been set up. there was some kind of internet/time travel/star wars game software which looked a little too corporate to me to trust.

then the slow realization hit me that i was already beginning to flash from place to place....where was my uncle? why was i even talking to him? when was i ever in my high school gym? as these thoughts exploded in my conciousness, my ex-girlfriend katrina was trying to help me figure out what was happening. she was talking about that japanese painting of the great wave overturning the rowboat with fuji in the background. it's in my bedroom. i went to my shrink and it's in his office. the first time i met my guitarist it was in his house. i moved to ny and it was left behind in the apartment that i was moving into...

and over katrina's shoulder i could see that i was somewhere in the himilayans with jagged jagged hills and old tibetan monasteries painted in red and orange. down below were people scurring about, like that surreal medieval painting of heaven and hell where the guy's arms are tree trunks and his torso is torn open and there are ladders into him.

katrina disappears and i am on the rocks and there is a search party out looking for me but it's disorganized and even though people see me, they can't or don't relay it to whomever was in charge, if anybody was.

on the bacony of this monastery, surrounded by huge 1000 year old bells, was a little toy race track with little cars speeding around it. i "remember" an imaginary program discussing aerodynamics of old plymouths where the cars were like they should be, but one side was all smushed and melted. the narrator of this program had one side of his head all smushed and melted...but where was the monastery?

then the phone rang and i woke up but didn't get to it in time, completely disoriented as the trail of dreams dripped out my ear into the ether from whence they came. i ran to SG to jot it down. over my computer was the painting of the great wave, overturning a small rowboat. mount fuji in the distance.