The Dracula Times

3 Sep

*the opinions of this newspaper do not necessarily reflect its namesake Dracula or any of its succubus subsidiaries.

A boy awakes at 2:17 AM from a wonderful dream
-Dreamspace Earth, Moon rise spotting section 3.a9

He dreamed of a dog with four black paws running free and easy across a green field. He dreamed he was hugging Madonna. They were rocking to and fro, hands on each other’s shoulders. They were seated in the Lotus position, face to face, slowly leaning into each other, closer and closer, uncoiling from their stiff electric legs. The risk of flipping over and being swallowed by the space between them was very high. She dared him and dared him some more and then he did it. He flipped them over and they were swallowed,


they flew and flew and it was hard to tell if they were going up or down, but they landed on an old rooftop with a dilapidated ceiling. They were still very high above sea level and he knew he couldn’t endure any more ambivalence of whether to soar or not so he greeted the edge with open wings and soared some more, this time, on his own. He was scared, but pleasantly surprised by the landing… on soft patch green earth.

He felt that he could survive anything after such a great soar. He was at the airport, rejoicing over what he had accomplished. He sat down between two different sets of people. They were sort of speaking French. He was still feeling invincible when one of the groups asked him for directions in a language not at all French. He couldn’t answer but he knew if he could speak to them what he would say. He would tell them to take the bus 747 to Lionel Groulx subway station and take an orange line to where bus 129 began. Then take bus 129 to Cote St. Catherine and walk.

He awoke remembering this dream. It unraveled like an intestinal track. He didn’t understand it, but be believed again in the fliers and coupons that appear in his mail slot once a week. There are good deals on Pizza and temporary garages called TEMPOS for people who drive, park and skid their cars all winter long. He prefers to fly, but didn’t want to go back to sleep so he reached for a beer instead. He worried about the next day, but relished that moment and the rush for rapture. It was 3:05 AM.


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