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2002-06-26 - 10:31 a.m.
Last night, I dreamt that I was lost in a dark Turkish underground bazaar. and in the shadows hissing lecherous men, in fez hats were blowing smoke rings and making low gutteral kissing sounds at me, followed by layers of echoing wolf like laughter. I was trapped like an animal, cowering against the earthen floor, trying desperately to make myself invisible to their lurid antics. The air smelled heavy, of patchouli and musk and unwashed bodies. And the exits were all guarded by evil blind men with flashing red eyes, that followed you like a heat sensored laser, ready to sound the alarm, if you tried to escape.
My breath was ragged and caught in gasping, rasping silence, wrought by sheer terror, and I was just starting to panic when a gentle hand reached out and touched mine. I remember the clasping of his soft lithe hand into mine, and he leaned in, and the kind stranger whispered" it's ok, your with me now and I would never let anything bad happen to you. " and he led me out, of the terrible place and into the light. and when we slipped into the threshhold of day and resurfaced, I saw his face. It was Morrissey.
Morrissey held my hand.
and I glanced down and saw that the fingernails on his hands, were wetly painted, and spelled out " happy Birthday" and somehow, because he had touched me, the letters had transferred onto me, and I was covered in his h a p p y. He only had b i r t h d a y left.
Morrissey gave me his h a p p y.
and then I noticed that he was in a wheelchair. and I got down on my knees and put my head in his warm lap and just started to cry. Morrissey ran his hands through my hair. and just kept saying shhhhhhhhhhhh. it's ok.
and then he sang me to sleep.
he sang me to sleep.
he rescued me from my nightmare and sang me to sleep.in my unglittering dreams even, he came and sang me to sleep.
I love him for that.
morrissey sang me to sleep
I am not sure what this dream means, but having morrissey sing me to sleep, well I really don't think it gets any better than that
~sigh~
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