Friday, March 03, 2000

Awake in the March morning light. Of course last night still on my breath and being held down by the urge to just sleep in and forget about the world for just a few more hours. At some point I gather enough resolve to get up and rush through the shower, pull on some clothes (today it’s going to have to be loose and comfortable).

Into the sun, there’s still a nip to the air, but it’s a cheerful one. You can see it on everyone’s faces. At the bus stop is a guy wrapped in headphones and body ornamentation. I think all that is fine, but this is obviously his ‘look.’ Maybe I mention this because along comes this frail little old lady with a wheeled shopping basket. He greets her in the brisk morning shadow and she beams up at him with the most delightful smile and they proceed talking for ten minutes as if they were the best of friends. Could it be the sacred Generation Gap(R) which has fueled teen angst, driven whole movements, and is the saving grace of 90% of the fashion industry, is beginning to crumble?

They got on the first bus. I got on the next.

At the transfer point I see the little old lady get off MY bus. I walked a few steps and then I begin to wonder how she pulled that off.

So I shake my worries out and try to ignore that feeling in my stomach that comes from copious amounts of gin the night before. There’s this feeling of intensity and happiness that inhabits me today. Despite the body load, there’s still a buzz to the air. Friday has arrived!

The day races past and pretty soon I’m in Halo’s car on my way to Jasmine’s for tea. We went past the bank first and while waiting in line I ask whether he’s ever experienced that “Television Tarot” or “Televisionary Tarot” where you’re channel-surfing and it all sort of makes a strange but definite connection in your mind. Sort of like an associative cultural pastische. He drops me off and Jasmine and I hang out for a few hours of wonderful conversation. Essentially we spoke of the understanding of our universe we get through physics (the relationship between electron and proton, the dense particles which are in black holes, etc). I think this was rooted in how religions and most knowledge systems seem to point in the same basic direction. Zen was a card we brought out. Jasmine is one of the most inquisitive minds I know.

We took the bus into town since Jasmine was going to meet up with some friends at the bar for some pool and I wanted to head home and get some much needed rest.

There’s a message from Elle which I return. What a sweetie! She had a gift for me and wanted to know if I was going to be home so she could bring it by. A few minutes later she drops by and has a vase of white flowers. She then tells me about a dream she had where she would be looking at something and blood would start oozing out of it. It was everywhere. The Dream Dictionary had this to say:

Blood It is the life-giving, vital part of our physiology and it may symbolize our strengths and weaknesses and our physical and mental health. If you are currently experiencing a very difficult time in your life, you may have dreams with bloody and frightening images. Don’t worry, you may be venting your fears! Some believe that when you see blood in your dream, the distressing situation in your life which is at the root of the dream has come to an end, and the worst is over. Consider the details and the relationships between of all the symbols in your dream before making an interpretation.

Elle took off and a minute later Frannie called to see if I was up for cribbage or board games and having been not getting enough rest as of late, I declined. Good night!

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