Wacky Dream

I was in a totally different city. It seemed very much like London but with Asian influence and perhaps a tad of Brooklyn. I was living in some brownstone and would go on these long walks to familiarize myself with the surroundings.

The parks were beautiful and lush. The people wore the most colorful things, as if it was meant to express something about their character. Everyone was larger than life. Except for me. I remained the same. I felt like I was quite the voyeur of this new situation around me.

Actors from the stage and screen from the past and present would appear, in passing and nod or sometimes say something that I either couldn’t hear or remember (when I awoke). At times, they would break out into song. I saw Marilyn Monroe twice and she was beautiful, kind and reassuring. Jennifer Saunders was there but in this story she was an empress of some renown.

We were all walking somewhere but in the same direction. There was someone that broke free from this hike and started running. He was screaming that he wanted to leave. He was in a panic and breathing hard, “I want to go back!” He looked at me with bloodshot eyes. “Please, I want to go back,” he said.