watch words...they're everywhere

"Don't ever mention that you see me."

She said this as she leaned through the corvette passenger window.

"Drugs," i thought to myself. They terrorize your beauty and make you talk too loud.

It was warm and sunny so I had ventured out just a bit, hell, now that i reflect on it, I was running from my dream, again. In this dream I was with a recent past lover and things weren't working, before I knew it I was trying to climb a stone wall. I might have started flying. That part of my dream gets a little foggy.

I drove my wonderful one of a kind volvo (not really) out on the back roads today. I opened the sun roof and turned the music up, trying my best to shake the dream off, to lose it. But one part of my dream kept rising up through the sunshine. Me and this recent past lover are in a house and when i walk down the hallway things start to tremble. The door frames buckle, the ground moves like lava. I try to reach the last door, but deep inside i know better than to try and open it. There ain't nothing but some kind of bad behind that door. Where i once felt compelled to open that door in my dream, I realize i don't have it in me to turn the knob. I wake up.

I know, I know, i get what the dream means -it's over, he's not good for me, but that's not the thing right now, it was the impression it left on me, like opening a card that you can't read or hearing a woman say don't ever mention that you see me.

Needing something, bored, and running out of time I tried buying a lipstick. I tried on one called Heather Buff. The saleswoman approached me and asked, "looking for something natural?"

That left quite an impression.