Point Blank

I saw the gun

a pistol in his hand thrust

into my gut I

never heard the explosion

I was

dreaming

working my way carefully

through a darkened

dingy rusty corrugated tin

warehouse in some unnamed street in

some city of the night

that's all I

remember it was

years ago I

don't remember where I

awoke from this nightmare the actual

physical location of the

bed just the

knowing that

the gunshot was fatal

which raises all sorts of

questions like if

you die in your dream do you

really die? Apparently

I don't but then I

ponder the famous koan of Chung Tzu

who upon waking from his dream queried am I

Chung Tzu dreaming I am

a butterfly or am I a butterfly dreaming I am

Chung Tzu or am I Chung Tzu dreaming

I am a butterfly dreaming

I am Chung Tzu on and on

to Infinity

Einstein said it's all relative depending on one's

perspective but could I possibly be

a man who dreamed he died and

now only dreams he's

alive?

Someone equally quotable

maybe Jung said that

everyone in your dream is

you. I could

surf the 'net but

I want to get this down because

it came to me now in my

afternoon meditation

the feeling is like

dreaming & wanting to

finish before waking, yes? Don't

they say dreams only

last a very short time

a minute or two? They

seem to go on forever but

wait

I think that hypothesis has

been disproved.

The dream is hazy

bathed in the

half-light of

memory

but not the intense

foreboding just before

I step through

that

door.