sweet

dreamt of hills. grassy hills. i sprinted up them. i have this dream when i'm awake, but rarely if ever when i'm asleep.

it was good.

i was armed. double cowboy pistols with leather hip holsters. i never drew, though. hmmm.

i was at a circus, a carnival, a dress up affair. there were bullies there, gangs of them. i was not afraid, i was armed. i had nothing they wanted, anyhow. i was there for one reason: the hills.

there was a thing from my past. the distant past. the thing. it was angry. what did it want? i don't remember. i knew last night what it wanted, but i couldn't deliver. in exchange, it refused to give me what i needed. things went badly for both of us. hmmmm.

through it all, though, the hills were visible. ahhhh.