I remember laughing at the endless ball of fire in the sky.
How freeing it felt, to mock the mysterious energies of nature.
“We’re mysterious beings too ya know,” whispers a cardboard cut out of David Bowie, “and no one is lining up to drink our blood, not even vampires.”
And David Bowie is right, in recent studies its been proven; a hungry wolf wouldn’t go within 10 feet of a human, even if it was dead and cut up and covered in wolf seasoning.
“Such a big shot - son of God,” smiled David.
“Like I’m gonna bow down to some virgin hippie who doesn’t even smoke grass.”
At this point of the dream I realize I’m hanging out with David Bowie and I nervously touch his hair and then David Bowie gets scared and I try to calm him down, but I accidentally kill him. So then I pretend I’m David Bowie. And no one notices, not even his lovely wife Iman.
So now I know the key to all existence. If you ever run into any trouble, or boredom or feelings of depression… just pretend you’re David Bowie and it’ll pep ya right up.
