the point

when i was about two or three i owned this pink bunny suit that my nanny(my grandmother on my dad's side--not the babysitting variety) gave me for christmas. i think it had something to do with the fact that my parent's and i watched 'the christmas story' 5865864059505 times repeatedly each time the holidays rolled around.

i keep having the same dreams,or i should say-the same things in repeated patterns. i dreamt last night that i was floating down the peconic river with peterr which then turned into the hudson river (hudson-on annandale area---bard territory) on these rafts we made out of fall leaves that were turning colors as the trip became progressively longer. for some reason art basel in miami got moved to a particular point in the river which then became the ocean and then i could hear harry nilsson singing 'think about your troubles' which is from the album/fable 'THE POINT!'(the exclamation point is in the title by default-not my glee.) which was b.t.w made into an animated that aired in the early 70s. its funny because wikipedia quotes nilsson as saying, "I was on acid and I looked at the trees and I realized that they all came to points, and the little branches came to points, and the houses came to point. I thought, 'Oh! Everything has a point, and if it doesn't, then there's a point to it.'"
whenever i listen to 'the point!' it also reminds me of second grade when i faced my first run in with societal issues among peers. to cheer me up, my teacher miss yakobisyn took me in her lap and sang 'think about your troubles' until i could sing along with her in front of the class and then the rest of the class turned into a really quiet and nice singalong and i felt so happy and non stressed.
regardless, as the dream progressed down the river, i lost track of peter who was wooed onto shore by various art school broads(we waved goodbye) and i ended up finding an unopened package of blue ink ballpoint pens and decided that if i thought hard enough i could get the pen's ink to transform into stronger currents so that i could sail farther away from the madness of an art crowd and then use another pen to draw bigger sails and wings so that i could just fly or float on above the calm waters. the mountains and