I don't feel normal. I know. I know. Big fckn deal. Or should I say "so what"? It's not important. Don't worry about me, I know what to do. Where the fck is my Xanax. There is this dream.

As the dream unfolds, as the dream gets closer to the next level, as the dream turns to reality, something always seems awry. Patience is the key but it's very difficult for a beer drinker; for the true beer whisperer.

When you live two realities, the future and the present, when you aren't attached to material things, when you are free, when you don't have appointments, you'd be surprised where your mind will take you.

I'm already over there but I'm not. The future isn't here quite yet. So, I have weird dreams like I died last night. I died alright but it wasn't stressful. I saw the death and walked away. I lost my shoes in that dream and thought to myself: " I don't want to wear those shoes I see in the green Fica." Yes I remember the pair of high top black wing tips in the Fica bush. "I'll just go to the shoe store", I thought, "and buy something I want". Besides, I didn't have time to stop and try them on. I hitchhiked home barefoot and that's not even popular anymore.

The jungles of you know where await me. It won't be that long. In the meantime, I have these weird dreams and feel like I'm not really here.
Oh yes, don't give me shit about living in the here and now. The future is here already and gaining ground daily. I am ecstatic about what's going to happen.