Awesome Dreams

It is a bit shocking, to have a dream that is nothing, not spectacular, not weird at all, but just normal. Like a narrative, taken straight and without embellishments or intriguing and beguiling or so scary bits of action. Last night it was, again, all about me. I stood and stared upon the two, I now shall call them the darling buds of Fay, shyly revealed behind the Ponderosa Pines, because the mill had people close, too close. And I was frozen, in space and time, a man made of curare. The freeze remained in place but blurry vision changed the image, it went from boobs to a big head, emerging from the birth canal in silence. The awe was just the same. Those awesome dreams.