The Emerald Forest

Down, down, down beneath the ground. Won't it be so nice when we're lost and never found? No more misconstrued illegitimate sound. Look at all this peace and quiet hidden beneath the ground.
This guy thinks he has plans. Blueprints, schematics, layouts, the works. He knows what he's doing. He has had a lifetime to think it over. When, where, how or why isn't important to this guy because he just feels it. He has this natural sense of everything and knows it will fall into place - aces high, jokers wild or was the queen high and the jack low? It doesn't concern him. It is all written in the details. Details which elude his mind but not the paper. See, there are clues placed throughout ones life. Some are completely hidden from you while others are as obvious as a 50' by 100' neon billboard displaying your very own full color ass cheeks. A person wanders through life sometimes picking up on these signs and storing the information away for later analyzation. The clues are aren't so easy to notice, or discern; knowing who they are for is a mystery to most. That is where dreams come into play.
Dreams are a bitch too because they are so perfectly out of the norm. Take an actresses last name and dissect it by root word and origin. The colors of the sky at 6:42pm spread onto a backdrop that produces shadows in that very brilliantly undescribable hue, only reversed and shimmering. Mix a dog that was passed on the sidewalk of your childhood with a birdsong heard while reading a novel about parallel universes and spiritual prostitution. Replace the whiteboy in The Emerald Forest with Gary Coleman but keep the anonymous father. Now stir all this into a setting you would recognize or feel an attachment to at least and take a big cartoony shit on the baby grand. Dreams are a bitch, but they are there to help and guide you. As long as the dream is for you and not, say, the nameless actor who played the engineer father in The Emerald Forest.
These things aren't told in discouragement but in simple truth. (I have had others' dreams and nightmares. I will give you a couple that I have never forgotten and maybe you can Six-Degrees it to the proper person in due time. no rush little ant). Telling others about a dream is usually frowned upon in mass society. I have always shared my dreams with others, never really knowing or caring if that recipient was bored out their mind. Dreams are our subconscious pyschic connection as humans and should be shared with others of similiar intellect. It's a troglodyte's version of brain surgery but with practice and a few thousand centuries dreams will replace cell phones and speech, lie detectors and life goals. peanut butter and ladies... hehe It's evolution baby!
So, I almost forgot about this guy I know. He has plans. Blueprints, schematics, layouts, the works. He knows what he's doing and he has had a lifetime to think it over. This guy I know, well, he doesn't know it yet, but he is going to be just fine.

March 15th, 2007