Dec 24 2008
nostalgia for the woods
I had dreams about sockmonkeys last night, and the woods. Almost a nostalgia for the woods. Riding in the back of a pickup truck, naked. I was a girl. Like, really a girl. With long hair. I took my clothes off in the woods and before I had a chance to put them back on, I was headed out in the bed of a pickup truck, in front of traffic and everything. All I could do was hold still and make myself invisible that way.
I had two sockmonkeys, one very old, woolen and nappy, and one newer, clumsily made, fresh. The newer one was beige, the older one was grey with striped clothing. They were muppets, too, or puppets, with wires in them. They could be posed. Or they were a sort of oracle, a vague, murky oracle, whose purpose is yet to be known.
