In my dream thePeople have come to theHouse just to put on the same show they had put on with giant marionnettes the previous night. I fell asleep with my head in Neil’s lap during this slight reprisal/respite/reprise(?)
I woke up in the smack-middle of the night, super ill. I walked into a bathroom to see my sickly green face looking back at me but then it became Neal’s face-it was his reflection before me but he was standing behind me, asking if I was alright. The optics and refraction math does not tally.
But no-matter, because then it was time to go to the theater. big red the carpet and the door was not tall.
The theater was not large.
We were given programs on our way into the theater. The program had one printed sentence only- inside the leaflet-and it simply read Your Body will Take Care of You.
We sit down and settle in and the movie started but all that appears is a black screen with white letters reading “don’t turn around”. And for just the time it took me to read those words, I then immediately begin to feel something, something tapping my back, mouthing and whispering, and frantically, hell, almost hysterically, trying to get MyAttention. It feels like a lesson of endurance and although I knew I wasn’t supposed to turn around:
How long can
you ignore the thing that is t-
you on the shoulder & saying ps-
-st, pst, pst, pst, pst, pst, pst, pst, pst, pst, pst, pst, pst, pst, pst, pst, pst, pst, pstvv, pstv, pst, pst, pst, pst, pst, pst, ps
pst, pst, pst, pst,
Utterly Inexorable, it was more than I could take.
I remember turning around
not by choice but just because and
then I woke up again and started again.
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