Thursday, June 02, 2016

Then I woke up ....

I was dreaming of a little girl who came to daycare, but in my dream she was older yet still cute as a button. I loved that little girl and often told her mom I thought she was the most beautiful baby ever born. Then my happy thoughts fogged over into crossing an isolated stretch of highway in the Arizona desert, high noon no less. I'm walking towards the cafe ~slash~ bus stop. I can feel the sand speckling my eyes and the gun barrel pressing against my groin. When I enter the cafe my memories of the desert vanishes. There are people here. Lots and lots of diners slurping hot coffee beneath Stetson rims. ~I'm thinking "Goddammit I'm in a Clint Eastwood movie"~ And suddenly, he's there, buying a bus ticket. Clint Eastwood is purchasing a bus ticket in the middle of no where and I'm next in line. Our eyes meet and I give him this ~we've met before~ sort of look, and I have a gun.