Saturday, 2 June 2007

14: dream of my boss's head

I am riding a horse. The horse is my boss’s head. It is shining. The horse is galloping. The galloping is my boss’s head. It is shining. I am riding through a field. The field is my boss’s head. It is shining. We reach a stream. The stream is my boss’s head. It is shining. The horse neighs. The neigh is my boss’s head. It is shining. There are little fish, swimming, in the stream. The little fish, swimming, are my boss’s head, swimming, in my boss’s head. They are shining. It is shining. The horse throws me off its back and I die. My death is also my boss’s head. It is also shining.

I wake up holding a pillow and think that the phone is ringing and that the pillow is Carol. But the pillow isn’t Carol and my phone isn’t ringing and my phone hasn’t rung now for three days.

Four in the morning.

1 comment:

Socrates Adams-Florou said...

This is my favourite out of all of them.