redbaerd

I'm not deleting my content because the past should not be deleted, but I'll not be dreaming with this community anymore as I strenuously object to the greed-based politics espoused by (formerly) twitter's owner.

Twilight had fallen and I saw the glimmering lights of the Big Dinner-Show. I may not make it in time, but the running was so glorious and the night was so beautiful I didn't care. Pre-recorded banjo music played from the Cotton Tour Tractor as they drove into the eventide.

I ran barefoot down the gravel road toward the ranch house a mile from the where the big Dinner-Show would be held. I needed to swap my pajamas for proper attire and shoes. Now that my knees are too old, the running felt as exhilarating as flying used to feel in my dreams

I twisted as I ran to get my bearings and was swept into a cotton harvest tractor bin. Bemused tourists stared down at me laying in the cotton and the tour guide, a former student, used her bullhorn to let me know that I'd have to get out. Fine. I didn't want to be here anyway!

Been house shopping and if I see one more condo smothered in gentle cream colored carpet I may start weeping on the spot. Whyyyyyyy?!?!? #milesofcarpet

It reminded me of a time long ago, before I was a regular mass transit user, when I was riding the bus as a rare exotic delight and to my surprise the bus driver pulled into a pizza joint, ran in an grabbed a slice which he then ate in front of us as he drove.

6 days ago, the substitute bus driver stopped at a gas station unexpectedly. I’ll be right back! She called. I heard other riders hypothesize - my favorite guess was a forgotten charge cord. We made it to the next stop on time. If a tree falls in the empty woods…

I visited our old house - hoping that the renters were treating it well. Over a chaotic lunch, the oldest brother played a new song for the tour. I eyed their dog warily; my dog rarely took to younger dogs. The dogs reared up but instead of fighting? They started couple dancing.

Katie Couric arrived, the new teacher in my media course. I stayed for a more seamless transition, but she ignored me. The students disliked her ego; one student told her off (to no avail). I left to sit at the table overlooking the lake & enjoyed the view. #DREAMS

Years later I wondered why the brothers had complied at the last minute and I gradually decided that they were so enamored by the technical problem of using an outmoded technology that they let go of their ideological objections to the queer content.

They concocted a patchwork of modifications and played it. The audience, filing out, was gripped by the mumblecore-meets-Douglas-Sirk vibe of N.'s film. N. gave me a smiling glance and I knew he would win the audience vote award.

Four Brothers obsessed with an obscure SciFi/Police Drama wore little insignias referencing their fandom embroidered on their golf shirts. They secretly and politely hated me because they sniffed my secret homosexuality and (IMHO) feared that one of their brothers was also a fag.

I'm thinking of making a black t shirt that admits "Taylor Swift Is My Shadow." but then thought - maybe I could open a whole etsy shop full of t-shirt admissions regarding unacknowledged Celebrity-Dream-Manifestations #monetizeyourtherapeuticinsights

I also felt confused when J-lo helped me and my friend Ginny transport scan-tron forms in my yellow Volkswagon Rabbit 2 years ago. And this morning while archiving last April's dreams I was startled to remember that Penelope Cruz & Javier Bardem starred in my short film. #dream

2 nights ago, *after* Taylor Swift's gig at the Hartville Fair, & *after* her private blimp got hung up on the parking garage in front of my run-down mansion, & *after* the misunderstood vampire cloak & the leftover fried chicken, I felt confused and ambivalent. #dream

I barely ever know what T Swift is up to, so to encounter her in my dream -- an indication that her archetype somehow embodies an unacknowledged shadow region of my own interior landscape honestly puzzled me. #dream #archetypes #shadow #TaylorSwift

I couldn't pretend I was sick. Why a clinic? I tried to focus on whether there was a novel or a script I could work on. I tried to push away suspicion that the system had just retained me as revenge that they couldn't keep my son. #dream

But the guy in charge said: "Not you Mr. Rudd. You have 2 weeks in the clinic." Everything was quiet and I was alone. My son eagerly sealed himself in the car. My parents looked at my window, but I knew they couldn't see me looking back at them. I still waved as they left.

24 hours in this quiet comfortable lounge still felt too long to be locked in. My parents arrived & looked up at our window. My adult son and I waved wildly and half-heartedly called: WE'RE UP HERE! They hugged us and exclaimed. My son just smiled. I grabbed our bags --