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sun
jul
5
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(Dream) When I pull into the cul-de-sac on the right to pick up a passenger,
I drive right past a woman with a rolling suitcase who's standing on the
corner. I get to the right address, stop my taxi, and wait. Then the woman
I'd passed wheels her suitcase over and says she's the one who had called
the taxi. She hops right into the back of my taxi, and we're off, headed
out of Palo Alto for the San Jose airport. I haven't been down here for
a while, and realize the freeway on-ramp that's closest will get us on
the freeway heading north instead of south, so going by intuition, or
an old memory, I turn the wrong way on an access road in hopes of finding
an on-ramp leading the opposite direction. When I get down into the garage,
leaving the cul-de-sac, I realize the way I'm heading will take me down
a one-way ramp into an underground garage, and not only that, the overhead
clearance going down the ramp may be a little low for the antennas and
advertising displays on top of my taxi. Lord! I stop just in time, rear
back, as if my taxi is now a horse, and let the entire taxi pivot on its
hind wheels! It spins around, and in this new orientation, take just two
simple turns, going the wrong way on one-way ramps, and make my way out
of the cul-de-sac with my passenger and make the on-ramp onto the freeway
just as the car behind me tries the same maneuver, crossing the freeway
heading for San Francisco instead of continuing the turn to pivot and
head south for San Jose! In my rear view mirror I can see the blue and
red police lights following them! As I'm riding along with my passenger,
heading south, I realize this separated boulevard we're on still isn't
the freeway, which I can see parallel to us over on the left. It doesn't
really matter; we're heading the right direction. My passenger has somehow
slipped into the front seat beside me, and I have to take my Italian take-out
spaghetti off the seat to make sure she doesn't squash it! I let my take-out
drop onto the back seat floor as I drink in the new situation with this
woman, whose dress has now come up and over the console between us, and
wake up (Fin) with the stalk of my penis pulsing and pulling itself into
higher and higher states, tugging the dream along best it can – radiating!
The human being is a chemical factory, Gurdjieff used to say, and
there are nourishments and different kinds of food on many levels. Turn
everything upside-down and you'll see the truth!
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