“a-ha – What’s That You’re Doing to Yourself in the Pouring Rain”
I was trippin’ something fierce on this song for better than 17 hours today while Prairie was watching Today’s Special in her attic room. Sebastian made a surprise visit to the meadows of her mind to let her know that it was time to go. They had to go now, like right now. She hadn’t seen that it would be Sebastian who would say when and yet, she was ready about an hour before he spoke those words. Up she sprang, flying down the stairs in the pretty, pink lolita dress she had just finished making only 62 minutes ago. The dreams had played out exactly like this, so Prairie knew there was no room for fear in her heart.
Intuition had just as randomly as casually inspired Prairie to put that key in her pocket immediately after she finished the last stitch on her dress. Although she wasn’t exactly sure which vehicle it was for, she trusted this key would fit just what was needed to do what she was about to do. The other one, her launch key, had been on the same shoelace for no less than tens of thousands of hours. Sebastian had found his just about the same time Prairie did. It just felt right to place it around her neck this morning on her way out.
Looking at her options in this field, Prairie had a fair amount of confidence that she could figure out how to make the big truck go and decided to let the magic in her mind work this out by simply not over thinking it. Instead, she playfully imagined that her 53 foot trailer was packed with top secret Care Bears prototypes and that it was her responsibility to get them to the bouncy castle down the street and around the corner. a-ha filled the cab with an unmistakable 80s sound while her imagination actively prevented her from believing for even one second that she couldn’t do this. Go, go, go and all seemed like the right thing to do so she found herself doing just that. Through the wheat field, past the apple trees and under the abandoned roller coaster and through the fence onto the residential streets. Red lights are for another day, she thought, intent to go, go, go as fast as any girl who had never driven a semi-truck before possibly could. She knew she wasn’t the right time to stop until she either reached Sebastian’s train or saw the ships dropping out of the sky, or both. Prairie supposed it was possible she may see blood all over her pretty new dress before either of those and no matter if she did. Her heart could make more, she was sure.
Go, go, go! Something about the fact that all her guages began going wonky told Prairie she was almost there. This truck, she remembered now, had been in the dream and in that dream, she made it all the way to the barn where her boyfriend built his trains and so knew that everything was exactly as it should be. Prairie could feel something come over her right before the powerful urge to look out the passenger window took hold. What she saw up there was no different than what she expected to see at precisely this moment. “Oh, my God, Sebastian, I can see them! Those are the ones,” she thought to him, “but the triangle one is gonna fall…that’s the one we’re here for!” It was then that Prairie realized why she was driving this massive truck and that this was exactly where she needed to stop. Her door was open just in time for her to run to the other side and watch this event just as she did before. There most certainly weren’t going to be any Care Bears in the back because she needed the space for all the parts that were about to be created by the triangle craft which made an eerie whiring noise just before it suddenly began dropping straight down, right on cue. “Oh! There it goes! Sebastian, do you see it? ”
It might make sense to write a book first. But then again, I firmly believe that now is an excellent time for most of us to stop making sense. Look at us now. How far did all that get us anyway? “You only talk about Prairie’s Dream when you’re drunk.” Uh… Actually, that’s technically inaccurate because I’ve been the opposite of drunk for well over 11,182 hours or something. Maths. A long fucking time by my watch and so far, this thing has continued to grow in intensity and purpose. In your defense, I’ll say that it would be more appropriate to say that sure, typically, I have talked about it more while I was less inhibited. Fair enough, but that has nothing to do with anything. If you don’t want to read it or see it, then don’t. It’s not fair of you to trivialize it when you know virtually nothing about it. No, I don’t have it completely sorted out just yet, but I am getting there. The more time goes by, the more I understand why it’s taking so long and that it had to be this way to get what we knew was possible and without comprimise. Back in Port Orchard, I used to sneak into the hall during nap time and pull myself towards the living room with my toes for a peek at the TV. Slow and steady got it done and now, while I wait for this project to become something a bit more presentable, I daydream that we’ve already reached that point. It’s not uncommon for scenes to pop into a sudden and extremely intense clarity. During those precious, epic minutes, I feel ultimately alive because in that timeless place, a magic window opens and I get to see the real universe forming in real time, right in front of me. Thoughts do become things. My wish is for everyone to know how true that is. My heart pounds furiously as all the vivid detail snaps into place and all the answers I’ll ever wish for in this lifetime are suddenly and completely comprehended, all at once in this incredible place. Always, I am thankful for these opportunities to step through the looking glass. The experience is the greatest I have enjoyed, well beyond epic. Being grateful for those short adventures where I can see and understand the future result seems to help quite a bit. Occasionally, it’s been pretty confusing and frustrating when so much of this keeps changing. The mansion series played out in the “real” world almost verbatim which fascinates me to no end. I get the feeling that what we’ll end up with is something far greater than the sum of all these amazing parts.
80sDreamer-(^_^)/ 