Life, Dreams and Magical Landscapes

By Kali Amanda Browne

Stories, poems, dreams and journal entries written between 1997-2007 but covering a wider space of time.

Its sole purpose: to elevate words to mental images that defined us at different periods of our lives.

The use of the royal we here is not conceit but evidence that with every entry a different person can be identified, because we all grow and develop into different people as we mature.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kali Amanda Browne
• Release date: Jan 5, 2012
• ISBN: 9781465705501

Kali Amanda Browne

Kali Amanda Browne was born in New York City; grew up in Puerto Rico; and she came of age and currently resides in Brooklyn, NY. Above all, she tries to laugh even at adversity. She is a writer, food enthusiast, devoted daughter, nerd, pagan, wild woman...

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Life, Dreams and Magical Landscapes

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Kali Amanda Browne

Copyright 2011

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Life, Dreams and Magical Landscapes is a collection of stories, poems, dreams and journal entries written between 1997 and 2007 but covering a wider space of time.

Its sole purpose: to elevate words to mental images that defined us at different periods of our lives.

The use of the royal we here is not conceit but evidence that with every entry a different person can be identified, because we all grow and develop into different people as we mature.

Table of Contents

To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub!

The Trunk

Little Ants

Lovers' Quarrel

Paranoia

Time

Of him...

Primal Rain

Xavier: Denial is Good

Fools in Love

Visitation at dawn

The Palm Tree

Part I: Meeting Don Carlos

Part II – The Next Generation

A zombie jamboree in Vancouver

Haunted Kitty

Visiting God

Acts of God

Sunset on Blueberry Pond

Over the Rainbow

Ambassador Emeritus

About the Author

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To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub!

Seldom, if ever, have I've said anything that has been met by an impenetrable wall of stunned silence when in the company of Marie and Tracy. But that's exactly what happened the day after Thanksgiving.

Tracy had invited us over for left-over turkey (that was our tradition in the days we were chummy). We, of course, accepted. It always ended up being a lovely evening.

We've been friends with Tracy for almost ten years. She became virtual family. We used to tell people we were sisters -- different father and mother, but sisters nonetheless. Some folks used to get really confused about that!

We evolve, matured, survived and endured together for a better part of a decade. We partied, we hung out, and we got in trouble together. We laughed, cried, embraced and accepted each other -- warts, boyfriends and all.

At least that was my perspective for a very long time. I was wrong. But perspective is everything and, at the time, we were a coven.

We were standing around Tracy's kitchen preparing the feast and talking, having a cocktail and smoking. I mentioned that the very morning I’d had a very disturbing dream. So twisted a dream, I told them, that I got up, went to the bathroom and sat there for minutes – refusing to return to bed.

Tracy said, Well, no problem! We'll just decipher it, I have a book... With this, she quickly left the room and returned with one of her dream interpretation books in hand.

Marie and Tracy stood and listened to the tale of my dream:

The setting is a small bedroom. There's a fat, white kid in his late teens, holding a big, furry cat in his arms. He doesn't even look up as he grabs the cat's head and twists its neck. He throws the dead cat aside. He then puts a gun to his head, closes his eyes and shoots; very dark red blood