And in the smallest voice possible that I could hear she sang softly,

 “My tears grown cold I wonder why

(I) got out of bed alone.

Morning rain clouds up my window…”

 It had a real subtle sweetness in it.

My brother had the phone and handed it to my mom. We were all in the van drivingnear a college. Tommy said, “it’s her Dido. My mom driving spoke a few normal words of greeting and handed me the phone.

I said, “hello” she said, “hi.”

Nervousness filled me talking to a pop star.

So what is interesting about today? Did you do anything interesting today?

Whatever she replied she did so quickly that I don’t remember.

What I do remember is that suddenly she is walking down the sidewalk.

Immediately hop from the car and ran next to her.
 

I’m Charles.                                                     I’m Kylie.

Are you really Kylie Mineau, I don’t meant to be…
Without noticing at all she begins to sing. Her head tilted down in a full voice as soft and sweet as a lullaby.

My tears grown cold I wonder why…

Wherever we were, on the phone, in the house, or walking she had approachability like, if I wanted to be friends with her it would be okay.


I was upset about something; maybe the way life was going or my decisions or situations or whatever.
I closed my eyes and began to glide up the hill toward the school building.

** Picture omitted **

Its possible to feel grass beneath my feat change to sidewalk when I’m beneath it and vice versa. I worry that I will run over students in my blindness as I ascend the sidewalk.

Apparently I have a photographic memory as I can see the sidewalk itself when I am on it. But I could not see but a blur of green when I was on the grass. I would glide along. It was possible the sidewalks were empty, or that I was knocking people down left and right. Since my eyes were closed I would not feel it if I was (sic).

Arrived at the front door of the theatre.

There were three members of a play, a rich musician who had written a great score. Another musician had stolen the score and sold it. A third was a singer who used the score who is a young lady.

The question was: Which of the three people was I? I had forgotten.

Notwithstanding, I was looking for the theatre to think and sing some. The theatre is off limits to me. The door is locked and a single janitor patrols the halls.

The janitor has a pull cart and many keys. He makes a lot of noise when he walks and a lot of noise when he stands in one place. Further along the hall is a grate. The grate has bars; one incomplete and one solid far overhead.

• climbing the steps to the floor with the theatre is very unusual. One never sees nor counts the stairs instead glides up them as a butterfly would and goes to the next room.

** Picture omitted **

well, after the janitor left. (he went into a side room where janitors go and locked it with a key.)

I ascended to the grate. I took my hands and began unscrewing the bars of the gate. It was tight of course and I wasn’t sure if could do it. But, in the middle of fiddling with the noise of the janitor began again. His keys clanking echoed throughout the halls.

Main problem was, I had obviously manipulated the grade. And, I was ten feet in the air. So, I turned around and sat on the grade’s ledge to block its view and the janitor passed by. Since he had noticed me, I hopped down and walked off so he would think I was leaving and waited for him to go out of sight.

* * *

I was somewhat certain I could sing If I got to the theatre. I would have frustratedly sang lyrics and written it does not cheer you up but does at least you can act frustrated when you are which is a step (???)

Dreamt there was a line of ants walking from Grandma’s kitchen to where our foolish are in the bedroom.