I found my self treading water, alone in a vast dark ocean. The water was as black as oil and so was the sky. Lost, I floated about aimlessly like that for a wile, I think I may have been talking to hallucinations and some of them may have been of my mother.
At some point I saw what I thought was a jetty, I swam towards it. When I reached it, I saw the wood with which it was constructed was old, rotten and black. With many barnacles and black mussels. There were several corpses floating in the ocean wash. In various stages of decomposition. I knew my fate would soon be as theirs. Even now the salt water burns my flesh and soon parasites would attack the open wounds. The same fate, I'm sure had be fallen these unfortunate few. Just then a beautiful woman swam up to me. She bid me to follow her in to the deeper water, out to sea. I said if I did so, I may perish. She replied she would protect me.
The ghosts of these near dead floated in the air above us. They were speaking to me but what they were saying I can tell for certain. I think they were calling for me to go with her or not, I don't know which.
Part of me wanted to trust her and Follow her. She may be an important guide. Though another part of me was afraid. Thinking that she may be a siren leading me to my doom.
I decided to climb out of the ocean and up on to the pier.
Presently, I found my self walking along market Street, in San Francisco. It was morning and there were few people out. I was very hungry so I entered a restaurant that had just opened.
They would not serve me because I was wearing no clothes! No shirt, no shoes no service. I had taken that thought to its logical conclusion. No clothes no pockets no money!
I returned to the street and then entered another building. With in this building there was a lecturer in progress, however the hall was empty. There was only the panel of speakers, and one technician videotaping them.
The subject of the panel, dealt with the psychic trauma of children who had grown up during the troubles in Northern Ireland.
The panel took a break and the technician asked me if I would like to smoke some marijuana with him. As I don't in general, I declined his offer. However I thought perhaps I could get a job doing the same sort of work.
As their offices were just down the street, I went over to submit a job application. It was still early, so there was no one available to take my application. Besides what was I thinking, I have no clothes. There is no way they will hire me. As I was leaving I saw a photograph of the business owner on the wall. He was someone I knew. (though not in real life) I also some how knew he didn't like me. Therefore there would be no chance for the job.
There were many people on the street now. They walked past me pretending they did not see me. But I could see in their eyes they were just making an effort to ignore me. I felt like a leper and at the same time embarrassed.
Presently, I found a pair of pants in the gutter. They were filthy, pink, double-knit slacks. I tried them on and they were at least 10 inches to large around the wast. As I walked it took both hands to keep them from falling down. This was just too much effort so I discarded them. Returning the pants to the gutter from once they came.
I thought to myself, "am I crazy? ... no, crazy people wear clothes."
That thought struck me as amusing, that crazy people would follow a convention of that sort!
Then a black African bush-man (he may have been Jamaican) wearing a loincloth. Approach me and bid good day. I think he said his name was Peermen Flesh or Peerpont Flesh. I'm not exactly sure what the name was but it was something close to that.
