dream. with a dog in the park. some study. i was both subject and conductor, but there was an outside conductor who was maybe watching from the periphery. police came, were satisfied i guess and went, then a big black limo came with giant police in black with gold teeth and chains, real menacing, i said to myself, how can i explain to them, we're just doing a study, it's sort of art, sort of social observation... forget it, i'll just wake my ass out of this dream...
...as it happens there was a gray foreboding and sure nuff a po-po cruised by us real slow and i just ignored him like he wasn't there like this is my dream and you ain't allowed in it, muthfucka, and he just idled til i turned the other way. i just get the feeling sometimes if you are foolish enough to grant their existence and it's convenient they will be glad to harass you and if you honor yourself, your dog and your waking dream they will just idle or roll into the deli for snacks.