Moments ago, I "felt a disturbance in the 'force'", and walked to the street to see a firetruck, ambulance, police vehicle and half a dozen paramedics at my long-time neighbor and friend, Evelyn Fortier's home. Minutes later, Evelyn was being 'hauled' from her house, hands clasped in anxious prayer, as her old, blind dog barked behind the front door. Evelyn was being 'handled' as though she were a bag of garbage and a couple of young Emergency Medics were commenting that that old dog ought to be put to sleep!........No one would answer my questions or allow me to console my neighbor, who was terrified by all this impersonality. She lifted her hand, as if to beckon me to hold it, but attendants placed her hand back upon her chest and shut the ambulance's door.........I was still trembling, half an hour later....... I was thinking that Evelyn would die that night.........
Evelyn, after her 'fall' from the stretcher, when one of the guys that were holding the stretcher dropped Evelyn... to answer his ringing mobile phone, died....hours later, after having a concussion when her skull was cracked open by her fall to the concrete driveway of her home........ I noticed, recently, that her old run-down home had been lifelessly gussied up (sterilized) and was for sale....again...and her beloved arthritic dog had been euthanized, since it was deemed "unwanted and too old to adapt to a new home." .https://www.estately.com/.../1151-briarcliff-road-ne...
I still have her bones, wrapped in an old silk scarf, in an Archibald Knox casket of brass and copper....and the striped cotton chaise lounge pillow cover......
I dreamt, last night, that I was in an incense-smoke filled room....filled with 'burners' with bronze dragons atop them....From childhood 'fairy tails' about fire-breathing dragons, I suppose, these images inundated my dreamscape....Awakening, I left my bed, half-sleeping, and decided to floss my teeth to remove a chunk of black walnut that was wedged in the open space, between a pair of back molars, awaiting a dental implant, and ventured by the light of the moon through a window, falling over a rolled-up oriental rug, stumbling into the harpsichord, from which fell a heavy Chinese censer with a dragon atop its lid.....some kind of synchronicity, happenstance and coincidence conjured abstract considerations of Cosmic forces at play with my imagination....then, turning a lamp 'on'....the room was just a room, with blue, powdered incense spilling onto the sound board.....Sneezing from having inhaled some of the blue crystalline powder, I glanced at the carved stone fire-breathing dragon dagger, mounted above a bathroom door, thinking....."i wonder what others, that ...as children....who were read Cinderella and The Prince and The Pauper as they drifted into slumber, their arms wrapped around a big, pink stuffed bear.....dream about"
