Dreaming Zeros (continued)

Willy did me the favor of going to a dream interpretation website to assist me with my dream I mentioned in an earlier post. It turns out that zeros aren't scary at all. According to this website, http://www.dreammoods.com, Zero denotes timelessness, super-conscious, eternity, and absolute freedom. It also symbolizes God. Pretty cool, huh? Thanks a million Willy.

Willy's first poem

Willy wrote this after seeing my childhood home post Hurricane Katrina. Willy says the power of water was a new concept to him. Gentle, necessary, yet fierce. Kind of like God, herself. Willy is shy about sharing his words but I tell him it's about the process, not the product. He has listened to too many high school english teachers. Most of us can relate, Willy.

WATER MYTH



W
A
T
E
R
is
not
blue.
Scoop up
Caribbean Sea
In your palm; clear to
The exposed eye. Illusion.
Wars fought over water; bottled
And given French names—a commodity.

Tender holy drops of baby’s baptism churn through my
Home that sheltered my past, exiling memories beyond once
Well-known margins. Water is . . . is not life. Flesh is yielding
And supple less we crack and split like an aged and desiccated cross.

Stagnant pool transformed takes a thousand lives. Water is ostensibly tame
Until low pressures give it rise. Veins of God’s hands full of stream fierce
And mild or perhaps exists in whole. Neither mild nor obedient yet surely
Sought. Most fierce of nature’s trinity not only in force but in the soak.

Profound source and organic desire, uncontained, not to our liking.
Surprised. Water is not blue. Nor is it mine—or only mine.
Briefly contained by myth then propagated by fools,
Truly wild like . . . nothing. Will always be.
Wild, but never blue.

"0"

Perhaps I should get a life, but I had a dream last night about the number zero. Seriously. That was it--a voice going on and on about zero. It wasn't a dream about the letter O. I know this because the voice told me so. I saw zeros in different sizes and colors. The voice philosophized about this number that, as the voice said, is not a number after all. It's zilch. The voice rambled on about the infinite circle the zero makes. Then the circles became 3 separate human fertilized eggs like you would see under a microscope. They are little "o"s, ya know. The backdrop was sea blue. This is not as strange as it seems. Subaruman and his wife, Subaruwoman, are having trouble producing another human though we have tried for 3 plus years. Damn frustrating I tell ya. This portion of the dream freaked me out a bit. Apparently the voice was aware of my freakedoutedness. It comforted me with a view of another zero. Half of the zero was highlighted in red and the voice said, "Look, half a zero is the shape of Willy's beer belly." I laughed in my sleep and then woke up to the noise of a weird bleating sound outside our bedroom window. I wondered if a dog or possum got too close to our gigantic cactus in our back yard. Nevertheless, I remained awake for a while pondering what strange animal is in my back yard and why the hell I'm dreaming of zeros. If you think you may know something of this dream and it's meaning, let me know. Adios, amigo.

Welcome to nonsense

Soon you will better get to know Subaruman and his trusty sidekick Willy. You will find Willy much more interesting, I'm sure. He is way relaxed and thinks I (Subaruman) need to be outside. I'll have to say it is beautiful in Dallas, Texas, today. We experienced a good rain last evening, something that doesn't come 'round too often anymore. My sad yard has come alive and I'm sure the Texas-sized mosquitoes from hell will be out by tomorrow ruining our 3 days of Spring we get annually. I am much more likely to rant than Willy. Willy will often be the calming voice, the hand on the shoulder, and the voice telling me to shut the hell up. I worry about termites, Willy plants flowers in the front yard. He has whispered to me that I shouldn't have mentioned the mosquitoes and guess he's right. Why can't I just say it's a beautiful day? He has also reminded me that I'm supposed to be welcoming you to this website. Welcome, friend. Let's do lunch. There is a great little Taqueria around the corner. I don't speak Spanish so I'm not sure I've spelled that right. Don't bother, it's just a place that sells Tacos and such. My hope is that we won't always agree on things but that maybe you'll pick up something worthwhile here--a novel or music recommendation, a new thought. We will discuss it all here--pop-culture, politics, theology, gadgets, and "goings-on" (as we say here in Texas) in my life. Maybe you will be able to relate. Willy says, "later." We look forward to the conversation.