Finding Leah - February 28th, 2006

my flirt with prepubescent post adolescent rebellion continues and now I have to decide;

A-bara-ba-chee-chee-ko-ko
tre galline sul como
che facevano l'amore
con la figlia
del dottore
il dottore si amalo
A-bara-ba-chee-chee-ko-ko

between letting go of a hollering tiger I've caught by the toe or a doctor made sick by his daughter making love with 3 hens on the bureau.

a few nights ago I dreamed that I'd actually became fond of the color yellow...

I dreamed of a relationship I had with a certain building.
Every time I dream of this building I seem to remember that it's not the first time I dream of that building.
It's always in the same neighborhood placed between a split of roads that exists in Trastevere but without a building in the middle.
I wonder if dreaming has a de ja vu element; within a dream you can get a sensation that you've dreamed of that place before, even though, maybe you haven't, and then I wonder if I can dream of a place that no longer exists, but might have once upon a time.
The building is old in an old dark, crowded and busy poorish-chic neighborhood with cobblestone streets, it's triangular shaped. The front door faces the out into the business, so inevitably a side door is used instead for coming and going. The building is strangely single owner occupied, but really too big for just one person. It has two big main floors and a series of extra upper floor rooms, rooftop and terraces.
In my dreams it's never currently my house but always was a past abode of mine that is now owned by people I know and they let me visit.
I love this place and wish it were mine. Full of antiques and funky old torn velvets, aged tiles. I love the feeling of large space in the midst of chaos.