The longer I dream, the farther away from home I aI had a dream last night, I was sitting on an empty stage. There wasn't a crowd, but the spotlights were the only light burning out through this ethereal darkness. Next to me is a pile of cigarette stubs, I can almost feel the dryness in my mouth and I lit up another. There were only three left.
A friend of mine who does a lot of drama walks through the rows of chairs, he's unshaven and slightly scraggly looking like he's been grooming himself for the role of a vagrant or a writer.
He hops up onto the stage next to me, his gangly legs swaying slightly, a trilby hat barely hanging onto his hung head.
Yet he's smiling. We talked, I cant remember what we talked about, but we talked anyway.
There was a long, comfortable silence. Then he said, "three left."
Pulled his frame up and stepped down off the stage. And as soon as he'd vanished into the darkness of the theatre I woke up..
It's been on my mind since this morning. And I just cant find any meaning in it apart from me being on a stage.
I just finished reading The Catcher in the Rye. And I guess I feel a bond, as just about any teenager does to some extent with the character of Holden Crawfield. It may be a minor case of isolation, or an overwhelming sense of knowing the character.
But sometimes I just feel like I'm playing Holden without wanting to.
Just standing on a stage being watched by everyone.
Believing this is all that I am.
Three:
The power of three is universal and is the tripartide nature of the world as heaven, earth, and waters. It is human as body, soul and spirit. Notice the distinction that soul and spirit are not the same. They are not. Three is birth, life, death. It is the beginning, middle and end. Three is a complete cycle unto itself. It is past, present, future.
