The K!

G came into my dream with his friend G. I had my mom with me and thank God she is G too, otherwise I wouldn’t know what to do.

I don't know why they came, because they said pretty much nothing. So much for their communicational skills. Those two G’s, just sitting in that corner sofa across of me, in my 70´s studio, like two aliens. Just watching.. Observing.. Two secret, but not so secret agents. Not only ones did they pick up on my ideas and try to pull them through their techno apparatus. Deep in their hearts they know that I inspire them, but they try to keep it a secret. I am a colour in their darkness's and they could be the darkness's in my rainbow sometimes. I briefed them on something that I just red in the papers (something about Bjork’s drawings and some announcements), just to break the silence, but no reaction from them whatsoever. I am not sure if it seamed to bore them or they were plane boring this time around. They weren’t willing to offer any clues as to why they came. Maybe they were saying: “You called us and now we are here?” That is partially true, as I did called one G, but here they are three, which in fact is at least six. That wasn’t a deal! However, if I seam to scare you, even in a dream, then think whose dream is it really, and do you still need such a heavy back up? Maybe you think that in my dream you need even stronger back up? Anyhow, fine! I had no other choice but to accept it, unless I suddenly become more aware and threw few of them out, or simply changed the script.

At last I left them with my mom. l thought those three Gees should marinate a bit together in silence. Then the chatter begun. I heard my mom talking to them. She was beautiful and sweet. Though I heard her say something like, how I am gonna have to pay for calling her. Ups! Typical G. No free favours. Mom, dude, I needed you!? Though only 3 crowns, I think. Fine! They love crowns. Who’d blame them?!

Mom G is a lady. Sitting in that chair like a queen, while I was mostly kneeling or rolling down on the floor. I don’t know, I just like having that ground contact. Maybe because I am E, and besides, I am a yogi. It's not that I wasn't happy that they came, I was, I mean that’s why I rolled down on the floor. Obviously, they did not get that, because they would typically fly if they were happy. I chose to roll on the floor. It's just that I would have been happier if the G came alone, as I asked previously. Maybe I would have flown then. I guess no-one was ready for this. This could have been a test. If you can not roll on the floor with me (because others are watching our moves or whatever) then I guess we won’t fly neither. And G is thinking the same: “If you can’t fly, I won’t roll.” Unnecessary complications. Just for fun. We can always dance a bit more, before the flight. Then we can dance flying. Dance rolling. Roll dancing. Roll flying. Die! Resurrect. Meet again. Love madly. All over.

I said to G that we can talk in years from now, just to see some reaction. G seamed confused. What a hack G!? Just spit it out! Don't look at me so confused and mute. Spill some honey on my lips, will ya?! You can whisper to my ear, if it’s too scary to say it loud. It’s ok G. Oh, now I recall G saying: “ Yes, but I am free!” Free?! G always seamed so occupied and really preoccupied by freedom, and it seamed impossible to knock him self out of that state of open fear of loosing it, or at least for a moment throw off that ´happy go lucky´mask worn superstitiously over a worried face. Only a true smile, being close by me, could reveal some green light from within. That was crazy. It made me happy and mad at the same time.

Why did you come G?

You wondered if the game is over. Are you for real G!? I could say that it was wrong for you to think that it was ever a game. But if we call it so, you were one bad, bad player G. Playing that you aren’t playing. What kind of game is that? How fun is that? None, or very little!. Your character is striving to play with some important players, but I am impactful kind of player. And you don’t like to loose. Who does? Though many times you would leave the game afraid you gonna miss other games. Faster, faster, try more games. And it’s tiering. Loosing identity is not always easy, nor necessarily fun. That’s why it is easier sometimes to pretend that you aren’t playing, especially when the game seams too risky for the heart. Just watching the game, coming around here and there, spying, wondering if the game is still on; who are the players, can you just drop in again. These are some of the questions yet to be answered. That is something a heart can handle easier, but it will never truly glow green and be profoundly joyful . One must dare to risk to be on the heart’s path, as that is the hardest but the most rewarding and fun game. Playing it safe may not bring you anywhere near. It might be far more dangerous for the heart.

G, seriously!? You make me laugh, sorry! I know it hasn’t been easy for you, especially when I tried to make it easy for you. It really, truly scared the shit out of you. I should have never done that. I am sorry. That was nearly traumatising for you. I won't try making it hard neither. I don’t need to control anything, neither time, nor space, not events. You did want me to chase you, as you were some fine princess. That was hilarious, even more so when you showed the interest in multiple players chasing you and you are just kind of riding away from everybody. Hahahah! You do surprise me G. Keep on surprising better!

And yes, my game is on and I am the main player. M’kay G?! Now, if you wanna play, go get the key! And please, come alone!

Geez G! Rolling my eyes in the opposite directions.