Tommorow morning I will wake up but tonight I will sleep.While I sleep I will see images of what is to be. Will I manage a dollar store? Ride a horse and profess that my name means "one who loves horses" while the strong breed clops along and keeps us from falling from the rocks, in a tumultuous avalanche of agony? Ice will line these stony cliffs, perhaps, and I will refuse to return to the dollar store, happy with my new born destiny. This is only a perhaps and what could be the variable? There are options no doubt,.The warm air in this freezing city keeps us all up later than usual with the earth abuzz how can I sleep..those crickets are back, what are they, sekaidas? I don't know the spelling, but they've surfaced and it's like they are urging an uprising, a forward motion, a tidal wave, whatever, but it doesn't involve sleep. I'll go there, close my eyes, imagine myself on a hill in the pines of darjeeling, sitting around a crackling (pine)fire, listening to the wise elder speak before returning to this dimensional reality - this is a palpable possiblity.