On One Hand

October 9, 2006

Pigeons

Filed under: Uncategorized — ononehand @ 10:09 am

I dreamed that I was in New York City, and it was fall and there were leaves piled on the sidewalks. I was running down the street with a friend I saw last night, who had a video camera, and we were taking pictures of each other and of the city. And every time we shot a scene, a strip of film would flutter out of the back of the camera then turn into a pigeon, and there were hundreds of pigeons in the sky. The pigeons were magic and they were flying all over the world, and whenever one would land on someone he or she would fall in love.

The reason we could do that was that we loved each other. We weren’t in love, but we loved each other, and because we were so aware of it we could make the magic birds. It was exactly what we wanted to do.

My friend had a funny moustache and it kept getting bigger and bigger, curling around itself and looping, and some of the birds were landing in it, which gave me a creepy feeling, and then the next time I looked the moustache was completely gone and my friend was clean-shaven.

So we walked across the city toward the beach, past all the buildings, and then we had bare feet, so we reached the beach where the leaves scattered and lay in clusters on top of the sand, and eventually the leaves disappeared or blew away. We walked across the sand toward the ocean and by the time we got there New York was completely gone, and we were in Oregon, or maybe Ireland, and the sky was gray and drizzily and the whole beach was wet with sand and wet pebbles but we stayed dry. Then we saw a bunch of crabs on the beach, making sand castles, and one of the castles was really big and we climbed inside and that’s where we lived.

We lived in the same castle but we didn’t live together; I was there and my friend’s ex girlfriend was there, and he loved her, and she had dark hair and a dark wit and was thin and very pretty, and I was with someone too, and I loved him, but no matter where I turned I couldn’t see his face so didn’t know who he was. He was about two inches taller than me, thin and very spiritual. I knew that he was the one who made the castle, dreaming. All four of us were in one really wide bed.

The reason this all came up is not symbolic or profound, it’s not a hint at the inner workings of my psyche or anything like that. It was that weird fucking movie we saw last night.

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5 Comments »

  1. What movie?

    Comment by cobracabra — October 9, 2006 @ 6:59 pm | Reply

  2. Very descriptive Mr. Pizzuti.

    Great dream.

    Comment by timberwolves — October 9, 2006 @ 8:28 pm | Reply

  3. My moustache is even bigger and curlier now. I like your dream, it sounds like a good dream, fun and full of emotion, and confusing. I loved that movie, glad we saw it, even though you thought less of it than I, probably…

    Comment by Anonymous — November 24, 2006 @ 5:30 am | Reply


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