but once again something happend in a dream that was so startling it woke me up.
I was getting out of an elevator at Chateau Marmont & there in front of me was Denise Gainer. because in reality I hadn't seen her in decades she was as young & fresh & beautiful as I rememberd her. but strangely in the dream I knew she was dead. & it was the shock of seeing someone you know is dead that shook me so I woke immediately.
& as I lingerd there wondering if I shd try to go back to sleep I rememberd she was the first girl I ever kissd. & I even rememberd the taste of her kiss. so I got out of bed. I saw that full moon out the window. I grabbd my camera & went outside to get a few shots,
I was getting out of an elevator at Chateau Marmont & there in front of me was Denise Gainer. because in reality I hadn't seen her in decades she was as young & fresh & beautiful as I rememberd her. but strangely in the dream I knew she was dead. & it was the shock of seeing someone you know is dead that shook me so I woke immediately.
& as I lingerd there wondering if I shd try to go back to sleep I rememberd she was the first girl I ever kissd. & I even rememberd the taste of her kiss. so I got out of bed. I saw that full moon out the window. I grabbd my camera & went outside to get a few shots,
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beautiful piece.
i had a dream too that i was with a poet-friend [can't remember who it was but i remember an intimacy that we shared so i know it was someone close to me] and we were reading a book of another poet of our acquaintance. not a fictive poet but someone who just published a book. the reading and the comments we shared in the dream were absolutely real. when i awoke i thought i'd already read the book [i hadn't] and thought to write to my friend about our conversation. until the fog cleared and now i can't remember anything but the sensation of the dream.
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