Sign up now for a
Free Email Account &
your own Online
Writing Portfolio!
Username:
Password:  
Reviewer Items

More Reviewers  

Read a Newbie
Badges
Testimonials
Tell a Friend
Know someone who'd
like this page?

Email Address:

Optional Comment:

Who's Online?
Members: 487    
Guests: 837    

   
Total Online Now: 1324    
Writing.Com Time

Wednesday
May 30, 2012
1:36pm EDT


  >> Static Item >> Essay >> Fantasy >> ID #1830698  |   Show DetailsPrinter Friendly Page Tell A Friend
Dream Journal
A collection of ash in the wind..
Rated:
13+
by
This item has no ratings.

              I am being lowered onto the Merrill Lynch' bronze bull
        that stands in Wall Street. Alex Baldwin is tossing pennies at
        the bull. There is a mad orgy in the streets. Lightning strikes
        at the merry makers. I can see a face in the black clouds above.
        It looks like Mickey Mouse.

              I tried to kiss Stephenie Meyer. Her body explodes into a
        flock of crows. She stands naked on a moonlit beach.
        She is speaking in a high pitch mantra. It sounds like an electric
        flute.

              The sky is black. There are no stars. Only a full moon stands
        behind Stephenie. She's moving her mouth, but all I can hear is
        the high pitch mantra...

            I wake. George is on the radio with a female Zen priest.
      She is praying her mantra in that strange sound,

            "Wee-ohm-ahm-wee."

      Hmm. Maybe some oat meal will hit the spot.

      ? ^
        V
© Copyright 2011 bob county (UN: muzzy43 at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
bob county has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work.
Log In To Leave Feedback
Username:
Password:
Not a Member?
Signup right now, for free!

All accounts include:
*Bullet* FREE Email @Writing.Com!
*Bullet* FREE Portfolio Services!