subconscious

i was cleaning and sweeping up the stairs on the porch. i was doing you a favor.  you asked me to do it for you, but i gladly obliged. it wasn't your house. it was someone else's house, someone that i revere as great, i have good positive feelings towards this person, him, yeah him, oh yeah, i actually like him.

thats mostly why i did it, not because you asked me to, but because i like him, not you.

you warned me of a storm that was coming in. i kept sweeping, sweeping all of the dust off of the stairs.  i was almost finished, the dust was almost all gathered onto the grass. i kept sweeping, kindly. then then storm hit. it hit suddenly, but i can't say that i didn't expect it. you warned me. when it came it hit with such a force i fell over. i was caught on the ground, behind the gate and the pile of dust that i had worked to gather. the dust was violently rushing toward me, my face, especially my horizontal face. it was all in my face. all over my fuckin face. lets say face one more time. and fuck one more time. i couldn't breathe it was too much dust and too much wind. i couldn't catch a breath enough to scream at you. i felt humiliated. powerless. panicked. then i woke up.