A Crack Of Enlightenment

I wrote an email to Lee yesterday and I admit it’s pretty depressing but still it’s my life. You’ll notice the bad grammar and misspells and lack of capitalization.

wasssuuuuupp homie?!!! =p

depression was fading then my granduncle hung himself. so it kinda brought back the old days when i tried to do that myself. fucking nuts.

i had the weirdest dream last nite. there was this bridge, and three of us. i don’t know who the other two are. we cross the bridge and look at the river beneath. it was not a river. it was the ocean and there were ships. somehow the perspectives were all wrong. then we read this label. kinda like the see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil thing. the wise monkeys only in words. then everything went dark. and we were in an abandoned building. one of the other person saw something and was blinded. i got the hint. i thought to myself i’d rather be mute than blind or deaf. so i spoke. and i was mute. the last other person had no choice but to hear something and he/she was deaf. then we walked around and we realized we were being hunted by something. weird. turns out it’s a hostel type building where people are being tortured. watch the movie if you have strong guts. so we tried to escape or we’ll share their fate. but we were too slow. our hunters were no humans. then they killed us. and everytime we died the scene went back to the bridge and we had to pick our disability again by acting up on it. i chose to be deaf this time around cuz hearing those captors casing us were horrific. i thought i’d just do this over and over until i woke up.

i didn’t wake up. i was in london waiting for you inside a building. it was dinner time and you only had enough money for a bowl of goo. so we went to this eating room and you shared your bowl of red/green goo with me while talkin to your skate buddies. you didn’t introduce us. then it was time to go home and we had to take the bus. you asked if i had money and i said i only have dollars. you got pissed and told me to fucking be prepared next time. this is london. we don’t fucking take dollars here. lol.

then i woke up. fucking depressed again.

i still haven’t touched the new tony tapes. maybe my demons don’t want me to. i’ll try today.

thanks for listening (reading) mate. i hope your ankle and arms are ok now.

jerm

A few minutes later he replied with his reading:

Dood, that dream has a serious message for you.
Crossing a bridge symbolises coming opportunity. The ocean symbolises creativity, fertility and birth. The ships on the ocean represents coming opportunities for travel. The see no evil , hear no evil, speak no evil are your insecurities, limiting beliefs. The other people are simply your alter egos, each one with its own insecurities, limiting beliefs. You are being hunted by your own inner demons and the people being tortured are a reflection of the pain you feel for others. You die and come back again and again and again, because this is exactly what you are doing all the time. You start a business opportunity, it doesn’t work or is going to slow, so you try again, but you always come back to the same place (blogging, etc). Finding yourself with me sharing food, symbolises our close bond and friendship. Getting a bollocking from me for not having the right type of currency is simply a reflection of your fear of letting me down. Not being introduced to my friends is your feelings of being shy and wondering if you’ll fit in and get on with my friends.

Either that, or you just ate some real dodgy cheese the night before.. LOL!!!

Good to hear from you bro. Sorry to hear about your Grand Uncle, please don’t let this break your spirit. You know where I am when you need to talk.

PEACE

How’s that for a dream interpretation? Not bad huh? Not fucking bad at all. OK enough with this depression shit. I’m downtown with Joe now and I’m gonna have a kick-ass day.