For all the supernatural lust in your eyes ...

I was walking the streets of San Francisco, sometimes it was Oakland. Irrelevant though, because it was acting more like an old lover. Acting as if it had forgotten me, never loved me, moved on to better things. Still, I stepped onto every curb and turned every corner trying to remember what drew me to fall in love in the first place. There was a boy, like there always is, and at every crosswalk we met. I tried walking in front of him, tried leaving him behind like so many had done to me before, but somehow we kept crossing paths. My destination/destiny became a broken-down bookstore where Spacewaves was performing. Suddenly, I knew his name was Camus and that he was their new drummer. I said, “Fine. You can have me.” Then, I dragged him into the bathroom and made out with him, like I was drunk, but I wasn’t. Not even on love, I don’t think. I left him there and as I walking out, a stranger with a heavy Indian accent (which I assume was intentional for the purpose of sounding all-knowing), stopped me and said, “Don't be afraid of Camus. Rule him the perversion in your life. For all the supernatural lust in your eyes — Believe.” 

Note: When the Indian stranger said “perversion” he also said “purpose,” like at the same time. 

Of course I knew what he meant. I preach sea monsters and afterlife romantics. I love people in terms of centuries and other dimensions. I’m probably married to you in a parallel life. Yet, even with all those beliefs and paranormal notions, still I shy away from fated encounters or things that follow me. 

Believe. 

Secret Heart

I have two hearts. One is used for the daytime and other one wakes up when I am dreaming. Last night my secret heart and I plotted for ways to stay together when I am awake. We decided we would stalk celebrities, and they would fall in love with us. That we would find lots of money in envelopes on the street, and use that money to buy old jewels that are haunted. We would never cry when our teeth fell out. We would make the sounds that wolves make, which are less like howls, and more like sad harmonicas. We would time travel, which is just like regular travel, only you have to concentrate really hard, and my secret heart promised me we would always be together and that we would always pretty. 

Missing man from Scotland, probably in another dimension.

Note: For the past two nights I have slept with a Labradorite stone in my bed. It is known to wake up your psychic abilities, especially in a dream state. 

I had heard about a man gone missing in Scotland. On youtube, a reenactment showed how he had gone hiking and discovered a portal to a secluded village where an estranged race of beautiful aliens were living. There was a rumor that he had stayed with them and was living happily in another dimension. Others just thought he was dead.

I kept pausing and playing the video for people to see. I was trying to fund my own trip to Scotland so that I could retrace his steps. In March I would go. I thought it might be warmer then.

I went over to Erik Skall's house to try to recruit him, but he was in the middle of teaching a classroom of college-aged students how to levitate. Apparently, all you have to do is imagine you are a soap bubble, so I set a mental reminder to try to do that later. While waiting for him, I walked around his bedroom and read his walls. He had graffitied quotes from all the sad writers in the world. I tried to find myself on it, but didn't. I was so hurt that I woke up sad, and then wrote this. 

When I awoke I also googled "man missing scotland" and found a news release of a Scotland man that was reported missing December 1, 2010. John Ferris, 44, was last seen November 19, 2010 walking from Tarbet, Loch Nevis to Bracara, Loch Morar. His blue Ford Fiesta was found parked on December 7, 2010, because where he's going...he won't need roads.

The Cosby Sweater

I was wearing one. At one point, I felt it best represented me in my dream world, but soon I found myself in department stores, envying dresses and their equally enviable price tags.

This is my soul, I thought. I should be happy with it. It is knitted from all sorts of colors. It is snug in the wrists and loose everywhere else.

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Dinosaur Island

I was strolling around an old fashioned carnival, eating cotton candy and minding my own business, when I uncovered a portal that teleported everyone to an island with dinosaurs.

To uncover a portal, just keep an eye out for things that are draped over with blankets or white sheets, and then whip it off dramatically.

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