Hierophany

Me, Ray, Em, and Brook are on the street and some guy resembling Uncle Rico from Napoleon Dynamite was trying to get us to renew our cellular phone service contracts.  I was totally into it despite this guy having no apparent legitimacy; he is sitting in a crappy fold-up chair at a crappy table.

But Em was very wary and said she wasn't gonna do it.  Only at this point did I say, "Hell, maybe I'll just let my contract expire and switch carriers, get a new phone.  What the hell!"

That thread fizzles and I'm frenetically uprooting this cannabis plant that's been growing outside on what I guess was my property.  I believe I was afraid of having it discovered but I noted that it wasn't budding and it didn't look like much of a pot plant anyway.

At some point thereafter I am walking outside, not far from where I pulled up the plant but also with a building—perhaps an apartment building—in sight.  And I realize I'm dreaming.

Something struck me as absurd, completely illogical and I knew I was dreaming.  I said it to myself aloud in the dream.  But I don't remember where it went from there.


[04.04.2008]

Paso Robles, CA