escape dream fist 60

the crucifiction of women
the old westmount house and its front door
the fear of maria magdalena
the incredible shootouts
wherever i turned
the countryside violence of guns
i always escaped
then slid down a hiking trail on sailboat
with william shatner
but then they tried to kill me again
this time with arrows
everyone around me died from arrows
one man got the arrow and so did the woman behind him
as the arrow passed straight through
i watched all this from the cliff above
then i flew using numbers to guide my height
1 was lowest and so on
others joined me seeing how easy it was
we flew to vancouver
where an earthquake or flood had sunk
a famous restaurant now sitting halfway underwater
the chef now had a bbq grill on a tiny island of land
connected to to the sunken restaurant
it was night by now
and we landed to eat burgers
then my sister and i went to a show
at a swanky performance center where our entire row
slid off its hinges and glided through
the door like an amusement park roller coaster
running sideways,
i was the only one who screamed
after that we headed back to our rooms
where more murders were happening
my old boss
trying again to kill me
in some caribbean island house
but i escaped again
by a back door, backyard, backalley
escape escape escaped

dream fist prison 59

my highschool reunion was in a prison

some girls were there and i kissed one on the cheeks at length, Marika
there were prisoners walking all around
some kept trying to grab my yellow jacket
i was frustrated because they kept trying to steal it from me
there were also food stands everywhere
a lush, sweet open gourmet market
everything is free

suddenly the reunion was over and all the girls went home
the prisoners went back to their cells
alone, i slept on the floor with my yellow jacket, on a blue mat

the next day i tried to find an exit
there was hustle and bustle around all the food displays
people walking and talking and going up and down escalators

i found a bright door but was told
that i couldn't use it because i needed to have been
in prison for 10 years and have written a memoir
which i would submit in the shape of its pages soaked in water
then rolled into a baseball size white sphere
and woven into a napkin-like sheet of rice paper

so i searched for another door
where the ticket to exit was similar rice paper
with 10 small balls woven throughout
each a different sized pearl
i gave this card
and woke up

dream fist Pink 58

Pink is my girlfriend. She goes down on me, I come so hard I hit a high C. Then she wants the same in return and as she lies on her stomach, I see why they call her Pink. I'm such a bad lesbian.

dream fist fashion fifty seven

I'm studying science at university and my boyfriend is Arabic. there is love, we kiss. He is studying fashion design and shows me the promotion for his fashion line. On the poster, he is modeling shiny black leggings, cowboy boots, a long, striped black and gold t-shirt and a white doily as a hat. At this point i realize that he is gay and will never make it in fashion.

dream fist 56

it was humans against animals. the world had changed and i couldn't tell if it was past or future. wild animal everywhere. we had to fight them with our bare hands in self-defense. once we'd worked through lions and tigers, black, featureless doll-like people emerged as the new enemy. we tried drowning them but it didn't work. some were even pregnant though they appeared more to be robots. we ran and killed, killed and ran. finally the black doll robots started killing each other off until there were none and we had peace.

dream fist 5-55

i see a huge tarantula trying to escape but it can't find an exit. we are afraid of it but it is more afraid of us.

next i am shot in the head but do not die. instead, my left arm goes numb. i awaken with the same affliction because i had been sleeping on that arm. i go back to sleep and the dream continues.

the seas recede and seabeds are peppered with ball bearings. boats point downward into sand. we know that in 5 days, the earth will stop revolving and we will all die. the lack of gravity will release all things and we will all float up, suffocate, freeze and then burn in the atmosphere. what would you do with 5 days? cha cha cha

dream fist dance 54

i wake up late, but ready to judge the highschool dance competition. a long-legged black woman begins. she mounts a tall table in high heels. she jumps and does perfect aereal splits. then a white woman - a throwback from my own highschool days - attemps the same move. she too mounts the tall table in heels and succeeds in the jump but not the landing. she falls and dies. i rush to help but i don't know the address of the school to inform 911.

3 in 1 fist 53

I had invited my friend to my concert but then I lost my voice, had my credit card stolen and died. It was the me of no me death, however. She was a short-haired blond with raccoon eye makeup and who died in shallow water. Who was it?

Next, there is fire in the distance and it touches a nearby house. We rush out of there. I don't recognize the house. Then I am swimming in seawater near shore dodging giant tankers to my right and left. I spot a way out under a nearby fence.

Finally, I am working in an open air restaurant with my student Dennis. I keep taking orders too slowly then break a large glass window.

dream fist 52

The dreamfist. Istanbul. Sufis. My husband. Sex. I am in an apartment. My husband and I have separate rooms. I am watching porn and he catches me. I am embarrassed for a moment. I head out into the streets, talking to myself, a man joins me in the conversation as we walk downhill. Suddenly there is a big explosion at the mosque down the road from us. We get a bird’s eye view. He says it’s nothing.

I enter a restaurant and realize there is a sufi concert going on. All my friends are there. I’ve found them accidentally in a city of 20 million. We are happy to see each other. Some are more real than others. We eat together then put green towels on our head to identify ourselves as Sufis in the audience and wait for the seated singers on stage to begin. For some reason, Robert De Niro is a sufi seated among the singers but the microphones don’t work.

I am pointed out as a sufi by the man in front of me. It seems like he’s just speaking to entertain us while we wait for the concert to begin. Someone else makes a sufi pun and everybody laughs. The concert never begins.

I look for a bathroom. A friend asks where I got my sufi outfit (as if I were on some team!) I admit that I am wearing pajamas. I can’t find the bathroom so I ask a clerk since we have somehow found ourselves in a hotel. I ask in Turkish. We find one. It is filthy and I am wearing slippers. I see a cleaner stall but it is tiny.

I sit and close the white metal half door which only hides the bottom half of me just as an old man starts speaking incoherently. I tell him this place is for women and affix a kind of metal mask to my upper body, it is the top half of the stall. I get out of there.

On my way out, I buy sweets for my husband.

dreamd fist herb 51

The healing herb is what brought the young boy and I together - his name was Jasper or Mohammed. He had chosen the herb and asked for my ear. I followed him for talking but we couldn’t find a quiet place with all the people at the festival. He said nothing as I followed him up, down, holding the dry herb. At one point we stopped for the sunrise – a pink silver sphere rising in the center of the lake.

I planted the herb so we could watch and it immediately began to grow. I took it back when we resumed our walking among inappropriately sexual plants.

Finally in the large house of my youth we climbed and climbed to my favourite place - the attic. Lovers lay blackened and dirty from who knows what?

The boy took me to the far end, to the quiet place - and without speaking – I understood that here, he had been raped.