Central Park Film Noir

I go to Central Park to get away from the electrical dangling live wires of Jörn’s family as they shout at each other and prepare for this evening’s performance

but I cannot take it. It is too much for me

There was a dream again last night that bothers me— it was one of those dreams.

I hear music — in my dream— the whole time

 I hear Jörn’s music .... there is the vision of the strange light of the sun over a frozen horizon. It is strange how sometimes it is like flying. I see from up above at times and it lays out like a map; and then I swoop down when something pulls me to attach to the land. It is the crashing sea; the sound as it hits the rocks; and it is the vision of the shoreline. It lays itself out like a painting to me. The blues and grays, the sand and foam; the rocks and driftwood.... and then the smell of the sea....Yes I dream in color and all my senses too .....and always have, actually,  as that is where most of the ideas for my paintings come from. Like Wavegirl did

and while I also can smell things I find things that turn out to prove true.... but only some things; specific things that hold relevance. Like ‘messages’

This dream last night was so disturbing but in a way that I cannot clearly pinpoint. Not based on any event that takes place in the dream

only the emotions

There is a ship. I watch it first from up above it then to the footprints in the sand as feet run. I watch a woman fall to the ground when a man chases her.... then she is left there

I watch red mix into the sea water like colors running across a canvas.... and see a pirate with a sack of swords walk to her and end her life

I know this had been the mother. The one who she did the rituals with 

and then ..... I remove from here; from this memory scene.... as time, like a spinning globe, moves fast to another scene 

this one of a beach when he watches the priestess girl in the moonlight .... this one is strange because it is like the Matrix because I fall inside her and see him through her eyes 

....and see the pirate with the vampire eyes 

from her eyes 

It is the emotions I feel in connection to these events that make the vision disturbing —a knowing that is a memory-like knowing mixed with so much feeling. So that.... upon waking there is an emptiness which is smothering and so heavy ....

it has left me so deeply troubled

I walk through the park

It is an hour later when I’ve crossed over the bridge that something hits me and I fall to the ground —my first reaction is that I think it’s a mugger but instead of taking anything something is pressed into my hand

I hear Jörn behind me shouting and the mugger takes off — I watch....

I watch Jörn chase him and throw him down to the ground....it is surreal

I look down at what was pressed into my hand. It’s a folded note which I open. It is a printout of a pasted together note that says,
“you expose me and I will finish you!”