one thing i did notice tonight. lots of people wanted to shake my hand. everyone who shook my hand, there was a great deal of heat and soft electrical pulses between our touch. and no one wanted to let go. one guy shook my hand four times within a few minutes and i joked if he had a 30 second short term memory. but i think he just wanted to hold my hand, to feel the warmth and texture of my skin, like he couldn’t believe something. sometimes, amidst those handshakes, i would catch glimpses in my mind of my dream last night–i was aboard a boat, and there was a quest involved. something that i had to find or put together within a given amount of time to keep something i really wanted. something that was always just out of sight around the corner, but so familiar. there was a pit of quicksand and they said to just jump in and sink. And it would be scary at first when your head goes in and you can’t breathe, but if you stay calm, you’ll come out the other side in a whole other world.

November 8th, 2009 | Comments Off on

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