Sometimes I wish I could move to El Paso, and grow a short and long haircut and wear silk shirts, and maybe live in that little sliver of a neighborhood that is somehow squeezed south of the rail yard but north of the Rio Grande, by the water treatment plant. I walk around there a lot in my dreams, I guess maybe I got a spot in alternate realm I live at on Charles Road there. There’s a garage backed up to the alley but all I’ve ever seen in there is giant speakers and some turntables, and there’s like 4 or 5 wooden picnic tables in varying states of weathered disrepair, with all sorts of names carved into them. And in the dream strolls, I feel like this spot is mine, whether I’m renting or just long term crashing out with somebody, and the garage with speakers and music feels familiar, but I’m never in there playing records. Usually just walking around the neighborhood, by the train tracks, looking through the fence, then I cut through the alley to walk through the simple chain link gate to the yard of the place that’s familiar, and I sit at the picnic tables, listening out for train sounds, while cumbia music plays slowly. I can never tell if it’s coming from the garage or just generally blowing out over the whole neighborhood, and I always wanna go mark trains, but it’s a big ass BNSF yard, and it looks like I could sneak in one end. But in my conscious life, I don’t know the vibes of BNSF yards, so I just wander my way back to the place I seemingly stay at, and sit at the picnic table, and start carving a “dirtgod” into it. In my dreams. So I guess it would be nice if I could actually move there, and grow my hair out again, and wear silk shirts, and do that. One can never tell if the dream alternates of themselves are from the future, the past, or just a parallel twin that broke psychic containment. Maybe I’ll get dream El Paso Raven, and here Blue Ridge Raven (which is not the “here” to all the other Ravens) to start putting up flyers for a big Reunion of Ravens, across the times. I hope they let me DJ. Although that’s pretty self-centered, because how do I know I’m even the best Raven for the task?
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