"Such a Party"

My dreams have become unusually surreal. They're full of living, and dead friends, and relatives. I'm not sure, but I think I had a glimpse of my own memorial.

This dream, I hope that's all it was, took place back in the old neighborhood. It was nice to see the old place, and all of the people I grew up with.

Here's the thing,...I was late. Part of this drama was me trying to get to my party/wake on time.

I'm still not sure which it was.

I must say it was a swell show once it got started though. Lots of food, and booze for all. Even I had a good time,...I think.

Then in the middle of everything I was suddenly yanked to City College. You know how dreams are.

I was giving a lecture on the annoying complications of history. Basically why do we insist on looting, burning, and butt fucking every damned thing on the planet,...and twice on Sunday's.

It was a swell rant.

I pulled out all the stops. 'Wish I could remember it. I'd post it here for your befuddlement. Then I was back in mid-bite of a pie.

Btw all this took place at dusk.

That's when many of my dreams happen. This always interested my shrinks...plural. Anyhow them swell party fixings! Cider pies, cakes, and cream puffs which even in a dream tasted swell.

I'm consistent in my sins.

Ya know I rarely have dreams where nice things happen to me.

So besides witnessing my own funeral. Not a bad dream.