I’m standing under a leafy tree, wearing a black trench coat and glasses.. I actually have long hair again..
it seems like late in the afternoon on a summer day in NYC… there’s traffic all around and the noise is unavoidable… I’m staring off into the distance.. looking at the clouds..

I hear a voice, talking directed to me.. that’s when I realize there’s a guy with a microphone and a cameraman there. They are filming me…

He starts to ask me questions…

‘When was the first time you felt different?’

I reply ‘When I was a kid… I had a zen about the would.. like I knew I was here to help in some way.. like I knew I could control the destiny somehow.. I just never thought it would be like this…’

So do you agree that some people call you the anti-christ?

I quicky counter ‘But wouldn’t I have to be evil to be that? I mean, I don’t hurt people or kill anyone that doesn’t have the justice waiting for them…’

He looks puzzled as he looks into the camera, ‘What do you mean?’

‘We all have a part to play in this world.. so play it.’

He looks back at me, ‘Can you give us an example?’

I look around and say ‘Sure…’

I sit down on a set of steps leading into a brownstone…A small bird flies into the palm of my hand… I whisper a few words to the bird.. it responds with a quick set of chirps and whistles…
It flies up to the tree… and then darts straight into a window…breaking the glass..
A second later.. a man comes running our.. carrying a butcher knife. covered in blood..

He runs out into the street where he’s struck dead on by a fast moving taxi.. then run over by a screeching bus. A woman’s screams can be herd.. it’s quite messy.. taxi covered in blood. shattered windshield.. and the front of the bus looks like a water balloon hit it.. splatter all the way up the windshield. he’s still under the bus.. people gather, looking under the bus for the left overs.

And this is all on camera…

The interviewer is stunned.. asking the camera man if he got all that.. a stunned positive response can barely be made out..

‘But why?’ he asks…microphone stuck under my nose..

He’d killed his wife and 5 month old child with that knife.. he was too scared to let them go.. thinking she’d suck him dry with child support..

He asks ‘But why didn’t you stop him? ‘

Because he was right.. she was going to make his life a living hell.. just because her interests in him had waned since she’d found the love of another man.. not to mention the love of her pimp..
It’s best that cell of humanity be wiped from this plane.. it’d would only bring more despair to this world..
I keep the balance… harsh means sometimes I’m sure.. but just none the less…


I wake up as I look into the sun and watch the blue and yellow swirl. and realize the sun is shining right in my face through my bedroom window..

03/14/2004

Author's Note: I had this dream about a month ago.. really surreal and grainy feel to it.. like it was shot with some 1980's video camera.. I dunno.. the guy getting killed was very vivid tho... kinda shocking..

Posted on 03/14/2004
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