another dream,

A dream came to me in the hours before waking, I was looking for the
Bad-tempered attachment I had made of myself to someone, though
it was a cause of my upbringing to cite an excuse.  Again, I was searching�"
trite expressions were unnecessary in this particular instance because of the
Assembly, which was a mega-church and a theatre combined in a great city.
Chinese-Americans and other beautiful young women of Asian heritage or
Chinese descent crowded the lounges on leather couches where I was sitting. 
(Our dreams are so various, almost anything can happen in them.)
Last night, I dreamt my child and I were lifted up in an old elevator.
On this particular night, (Abitaccolo means passenger compartment.)

All I wanted to find was the man whose image I had devised an idol of,
Believing him next to God or it seems blasphemous to say anything short of.
Inhabitants in the recalled Gothic metropolis were too many to count.
To the girl next to me, I finally said very quietly and intimately, “Have you
any knowledge of the whereabouts of so-and-so?”  I had given a name, but
no one had heard of it here so it might not be important to give.  Everyone
that I spoke to had heard of him, and everyone spoke of him fondly.
Erstwhile the congregants continued to mill about, residents and inhabitants,

Almost too local for their own good.  For a couple of days I could live with
believing he was a director, but I was soon corrected by some of the women
I had spoken to that he could neither be found in that specific church but had
taken a position as a collector. I wasn’t sure if that meant an usher, though
Asia had expressly told me he worked in “collections” as in a department.
Roundabout I get to the meaning, awkwardly and with circumlocution in an
ever upward desire to live.  Anyways, I couldn’t find the man, but in

All places he was highly sought after, and I couldn’t go to where he was.
Built-up areas were not a sufficient substitution for his presence.  I had
imagined him to be speaking in the walkways of the auditorium.
The town was too far away and I was merely a traveler with little money
and no excuse for staying in the place longer than a day or so, only
to find a job, but I woke up before all of those details could be established.
Or is it better not to dwell on the moments when I could recall his name?

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[asdarkeyesclose]

i've been trying to write down my dreams as soon as i wake up so i remember them- i believe you start to remember more of them that way. mine are mostly very bizarre. this was well-written and intriguing. dreams tend to be more sophisticated than you would imagine at first. fantastic.