by dj otterson
September 12, y2k
I think I was a teenager (probably in the
16 to 18 year old range).
There were like, five of us? Two couples and me. I think I had a hunch
that one of the women wished she could dump her steady guy and go with
Um, I think the bunch of us went to a bank
where one of us was going to
use his ATM card to steal us enough money to do something? (I have
I like backed up and almost sat on a pretty
good looking young
woman with blond hair, short shorts and very big blue eyes.
She followed us out of the bank and up a hill.
(It looked like Springtime
in Ireland- Lots of very green pastures. Stone walls. Stone cottages.)
She told me she'd been activated by "the Masters"
and changed her eye colour.
She changed her weight to almost nothing and asked me to carry her.
said she had a mission and needed my help to carry it out.
She said she knew I was me, but she thought
I was supposed to be a woman.
She said the Masters had awakened her from
the deep freeze, and I should have
been born in 1928.
"Well maybe I was- maybe I died young and
came back quick."
She sighed and changed her eye colour to very
light brown, changed her hair
style to 'short and curly', changed her face to add more prominent
She still was gorgeous.
She darkened her hair to almost red-blond,
then almost brown, and lightened it
to off-blond with reddish blond highlights.
"We've got to do this-" she said.
I woke up.
Ask me to net you a dream
and skilfully, with magic
as close as yesterday's drizzle
exploding into remembered floods
I'll tease you to laughter and
steal your nightmares, I'll
most precious failures against
mud slung by your relatives
and other adversaries
I'll confuse you
until the morning
you can wake up and beam
silver dancing light into every
not quite forgotten
corner of your life
why you held your pain
(1973 -reworked September 2000)