I found myself in Kensington Garden, in Princess Diana's Wonderland Park, playing with the children and stomping on the foot chimes. My toes in the sand as I ran around the pirate ship. I walked through Hyde Park, to Speakers' Corner, and listened to the stumper. Walked by the Marble Arch, passed the embassies to feed the pigeons in Roosevelt Park. Walked to Oxford Street and stared at the lights and whirring traffic going by. Started to enter a Virgin Record Store, when I was stopped by a guard. He pointed down at my feet - "You can't come in here without shoes on." It was true, I had no shoes and no money, not a pence in my pocket. I hopped on the back of a bus and sat down, hiding my bare feet. And the people around me were friendly and talking to me, As we drove by Buckingham Palace and passed Downing Street. They said they were seeing a band tonight, and invited me to meet them there. I really wanted to, but I couldn't because I couldn't pay the cover charge. My shame in my destitution piqued when the bus driver began asking for tickets. I had none, so I jumped out into the rain. I found shelter from the rain in the very public Victoria Station. As I walked round the cold cement floors in my bare feet, I realized I was homeless. I was so happy walking around, enjoying London, but now I was cold and damp. At some point I would be hungry, and I had no money for food. At some point I would be tired, and I had no place to sleep. And I was not allowed in the museums and buildings, because I had no shoes.

03/28/2007

Author's Note: This was a very vivid dream I had last night, all of it was part of my dream. When I woke, I thought it was interesting, but the more I thought about it, the more interesting it became. This dream was my brain working out my life while I sleep. My subconscious taking over and reviewing my hopes and fears. I was so happy to be in London, walking around or fare jumping a bus, seeing the sites and the wonders of what once was the capitol of the world. I was where I wanted to be. But I had nothing, and although it didn't matter to me at the time, I knew my poverty would matter at some point. The only part of the dream that I omitted was because it would make sense only to me. The dream started off with my Mother and Uncle Dan (no really, I have an Uncle Dan too) yelling at me, telling me what a worthless loser I was. So I ran away from home.

Posted on 03/28/2007
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