Dreams

Hotel
Friends
Singing beattles
Guitar
Circle 50+ people
Then beer run
Get in micro elevator
In the us
I am and I am not
In the lobby seniors gamble, watch tv, watch classical musicians and
listen to a lecture on the civil war
I go outside

And then I dream about taking my horse and buggy to a kids fair
To which I walk
The reins go through the front wheel on the tricycle
Which means after before the revolution is complete I have the pull the
reins to make the wheel spin backwards to avoid having the pulled out of
my hands
Making it impossible to give rides longer than 5 minutes I say in my
dream
The fair handyman is shocked
And helps me improvise a harness

The next and last dream
Is about a opera cd case size "art" photo book of "european" (godard/de
sade/fellini) erotica
That I read completely
But that I am convincing this girl at work lou to recreate photographs
from the book
I want her to recreate the sex scenes and photograph them
She knows she might be offended and asks if she will find it offensive
I look at the book to find the beginning of the last section which is
not erotica at all but madness
The degrading of human slaves through poo play
Humans in naked save for bondage gear on all fours
In a barn with straw on the ground
Pushing faeces into piles with their faces through puddles (urine?)
It is black and white and there is a caption about their "Mistres" -
misspelled to indicate what? A man?
I decide that's likely to offend her
Thinking about my dream
And the images
I can remember
What I would call the blue boy
Which is a man dressed in chain mail like blue shirt and jacket - but
square armour not mail - all blue - but naked from the waist down, and
we see his profile but no phallus because his legs are scissored
Or
What I think in my dream is captioned something like "how to make a home
made contraption to do the goat"
The picture is black and white
And shows a pair lovers in a 69
The sex of the pair is obscured
By the contraption they are in
Lou is says she likes photography
But where's her work
And where's my portfolio too?

But its not porn
And this is the crux of the dream event
Even the dirtiest photos weren't as dirty as the cleanest porn
Because the subjects were not performing for the camera
They were on their own
Doing what they love best

This camera does not take
This camera gives

The mirror
The bond
Is in the freedom found in limits
You bind yourself to freedom
I take your picture and freeze you in the frame and you find freedom