(Need to start over. Where was a I again.) Unfriendliness of person: “it’s not just you it’s their ambition.” Unfriendliness of person: “didn’t want to imply a sexual signal.” Unfriendliness of person: “wasn’t unfriendly, just doing own thing.” Staying in his lane. Performing a ‘Walking meditation.’ Unfriendliness of person: “matronly modesty/ genteel disdain.” Unfriendliness of person: “Covid related, though there’s never been a good case for outdoor transmission.” Friendliness of person: acknowledging you as you acknowledge them. Friendliness of person: not acknowledging you but it isn’t fraught with judgment or meaning. Friendliness of person: despite all the coldness of intrapersonal relations around here taking a risk to say hi and sounding natural. Overfriendliness of person: sex or religion believed somehow involved. Overfriendliness of person: friendliness.
Had this been a Greek myth, it would have been the magical voice of a stream I had heard, but since it was instead the suburbs, it was the magical voice of a poor drainage area, the sweet voice of the nymph who inhabits the distinctly soggy place, was what I’d encountered in my dream the previous night.
The sweet voice was exactly like dripping water –you would mistake it easily for dripping until you listened closely. The nymph thought she was alone and was speaking and singing to herself until I said some friendly words to her — she made a startled sound and I awoke. That’s how it had happened in my dream of this spot:
The wet patch just off Barton with the store in view: a large pool where the sidewalk was and the area around it too marshy to circumnavigate. “If I could only concentrate my thoughts on what I had seen in that dream I would use a better side of my mind,” I thought to myself that morning I’d had the dream, “if I could just recall the child’s voice, human but also a chorus of drips, a mystical true fairy’s voice but in my own mind, then my penchant to verbalize would be subdued, a sturdier more courageous and engaged social person would emerge…”
This dream remained like an atom in my brain and perhaps Athena-like it could grow and step forward, a better self from myself. There existed definitely a firmer and clearer seeing person within me, but I could only see that person in dreams or other such conditions.
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