Mood like a mystery novel.
I’m waiting for a ride from a woman; she passes me once. Then I get in. She shows me part of her panty hose. We drive the road that hugs the side of the mountain, curving and overlooking the valley floor.
To our left, a giant – he must be 30 to 35 feet tall wearing a cowboy hat – is strolling the valley bottom. He stops to oversee a pair of policemen attempting to identify a body in the orchard.
Filed under: Dreams
What a tall cowboy!
that’s a cool dream right there.
I see this photo. I think: Mushrooms.
And not the kind you cook.
dreams sometimes feel kinda drug to me. just that other worldly feel, ultra conscious of surroundings and decisions.