Ken Morrill

Bethesda will come up really fast. Boots, red jacket with fur trim, heeled boots, wispy hair, reddish, eyes, face made as it was intended. Wet winter rain, no snow on the horizon. Wii browser launched today; Flash 7 only but otherwise great to have; Youtube works, that is good. One could but better not, the imaging, too easy for trouble, even though this the time, if any, thus none, perfect like Lord of the Rings elfin princess, bone structure highlighted.

Always to follow what is right to follow. No matter what was captured or understood. How praise could be bestowed. Much to be given. But what mattered, the height of where I was, now the low, down in the depths, so I tried. Far asunder, depth and plunder. Only I knew what the words were. One would have to really try. I remember the distance. Going back in time. What one could wish, exactly what I have, so no change desired, only more time with my family, which one day I’ll have again.

Going into a tunnel. So much to capture, this time no waiting, only ambition, no one is better, so I should do what I can, make the most. More to be done, what it all meant then. Investing, a plan, an idea that will work, all one’s might. These shadows of fabric, time did delay, as I wanted it over, one to the known, poetry shadow, depth of the day, these were the angles, shadow portrayed. Dig in deep and instruct, as if I would accept, what skill I have brought there, things that I knew. Depth of the field, shadow askew. Poet maker and dreamer, stars in the sea, wonder brilliance and ever. More to be held. What the most of the knowing was the fact of the showing.

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Huge action dream about my wife and I both being fugitives, how we had to run away to hide from all police. They were at our house but got chased away. Then we had a window in which to gather our stuff and run. I was loading up video equipment and computer gear to take. I wanted definitely the Mac and my video equipment to restart as a wedding videographer. My parents were helping us pack, as was my oldest sister. I told my father my plans (I shouldn’t have). He said he wasn’t going to turn us in, but I shouldn’t have put him in that position.

My wife was wanted before I was, but I helped her escape, and that made me a fugitive. She said we should take the Mustang but I felt we should only take the Explorer. In reality, any car that we ever owned would not be useful, since they would all be traced and tracked, just as any bank account would be stopped.

How can you be a fugitive when you have debts that you want to keep paying, things that you want but can’t carry? You have to be able to leave your stuff and your identity.

After the dream, I see how important home is to our lives.

In the dream, the option was life in prison or run. To me, the choice was clear. Running with stuff - a lot harder.

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Dream of ancient site in trees cropped on top and grown wide for hundreds of years. Native Americans fought from the trees, some remnants found. After I was done, I said I was a writer, going back to do my story. At the visitor center, they had not known, so promptly provided more materials. Ultra wide trees cropped at the top, very old but the center of the community. That was a long extensive dream.

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Dream was my extreme anger with a finance officer who didn’t understand my work and wanted to revoke the remainder of the loan based on something she saw on the G4 channel. I was begging her to reconsider, showed her my workspace, explained my techniques and progress, but nothing helped.

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Bad would be wakefulness without thought, alive undreaming, awake without words, neither working or playing, only waiting, enduring. After the week for jury duty, I returned fresh, with a good attitude. It almost seems that I will be there forever, without a thought of leaving. The truth is that I do want to make it through January, possibly to the spring, with convertible driving weather and video projects galore.

If I could get to that, I would be very glad, only to rest and not to need the travel, only to see and explore, this time appreciating even more than before, after all, with a dream, as if not ever, nor as much That would be an angle, both to know and to hold, whout dismay, one to th other, the other to each. Typing faster, each to the known, each to the past, whout dismay, one to the each, each to the other, sway and dismay, release and control. Rain in the alley, one to be part. Sound withut making. This was the shadow.

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Back on the train, but this time happy after a week free to do what I wanted. The train is crowded today; I can see it filling up.

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