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GATE 114. The Dream, The Situation, The Run On Sentence That Tells The Story Of What Happened To Zevon the Dog and Sabine back in Paris. (From the journals of Sebastien Stone the vagabond).

Gate 114

I have just awoken from the most frustrating dream. It’s 3:45 in the morning and I am beyond jet lagged but also wide awake so I don’t really feel that bad. Yesterday, I skipped a full day of sleep at the FM hotel in Chateau Rouge. I’m back after a whirlwind trip to America where I was invited to perform at two different festivals. What they wanted, what they were expecting, rather, was not what they got. What they wanted was the songwriter who brought the past back to them but what they got was the drunkard who made zero sense whatsoever and was not able to be in the present or the past and certainly not the future and anyway in the dream I was wandering down an unfamiliar airport concourse with a black and gold gym bag over my shoulder eternally looking for Gate 114 but never really able to find it even through there were signs on the wall that said things like “Gates 112-134” and have an arrow pointing towards them through a doorway but then you would get through the doorway and there would be an escalator or an elevator and at the top of the elevator then no directions and three different ways to go and so I started calling out “Gate One One Four, Gate One One Four please can somebody tell me how to get to Gate 114 where is it please” and nobody was really paying attention to me because they all had their own gates to find and I was walking in circles but through different doors and onto different levels and I found other gates with numbers that were close but I never found Gate 114 and eventually, in made frustration, I set my bag down and reached into a trash receptacle that was bright silver and metallic and I pulled it out and slammed it on the ground and screamed “can somebody please help me find Gate 114” and a guy in a tie stopped and told me to pick that back up and I did what he said and apologized and please I said please just tell me where Gate 114 is and he pointed behind me right at at it and as I turned a woman was just locking the door to the gate and I was going to miss my flight—something I have done enough times in real life—and I ran towards here saying “please please let me on the plane” and she in her perfect airline uniform with purple and orange and a gardenia in her hair smiled and said that would be impossible and suddenly I noticed that I myself was holding a large set of keys to the door and I said “I have the keys” and she said “fine, have at it mister and see what you” can do and suddenly I’m bumbling with this unusually large ring of many, many keys and when I finally figure it out and open the door I run down a short, loading dock looking type of cement ramp to the nose of the plane that I can see and when I am about ten feet away it just pulls back and starts heading away and I’m at the edge of the ramp waving frantically at the three pilots, two white guys, one black guy, just staring back at me like their in the front seat of a truck in a row, and one of them shrugs as they keep backing up and then I saw that Sabine was with them and she was not smiling in fact she had no discernible look or attitude going and was just nonchalant and indifferent and I waved frantically at her and she gave me nothing back not even a smile not even a nod just starting right through me like i was a ghost and maybe I am a ghost and I drop the gym bag and start patting down my own body to see if I am actually there and and then I woke up and felt extremely frustrated and unable to understand why this dream presented itself to me right now like we need a psychoanalyst to figure out anything with our life right now even a school kid could tell you what is wrong snap the fuck out of it already or never mind just stay asleep stay sleepy sleepy boy with everything handed to you on a silver platter it’s not like you grew up rich but you definitely grew up privileged indeed it is not rocket science you are just an alcoholic but why was Sabine also in the cockpit with these gatekeepers of the airplane and she did not wave nor smile but just looked me in the eye and did not tell the men to stop and come back and pick me up with of course they could not do and then i was laying in the dark just going over the whole dream in my mind and remembering the details of the faces of the people who ignored me and I got up and got a drink of water from the bathroom sink and splashed cold water on my hungover face and stared out the window into the darkness and looked up into the night sky and laid down puled out my notebook and began to write and write like never before you see there is only one story to tell here and that is the story of Sabine and how beautiful and natural she looked coming up all proud from the Chateau Rouge direction side steps of Montmartre in her loose denim garments and dirty brown hair with an old leather biker hat and a bottle of wine and some flowers and me I was at the top of the stairs going down with my guitar in my hand in a black case with only one sticker on it that said AK for Alaska and not much else on the right and she was coming up and it was just the two of us passing and she started the conversation by saying “oh hello are you from Alaska” in her Scandinavian (I thought) accent that was certainly informed by a teacher with an American accent but she wasn’t American and she wasn’t Irish and she was a citizen love’s universe but what was she if she wasn’t everything and I said “I certainly spent some time there” and it was like we were immediate lovers and she said well where are you going now and I said to a party and she asked can I come to the party and I said yes yes of course yes by all means let us go to the party and so it was that we headed down the stairs together and entered the party and gave everyone their kisses and then sat on the floor and ignored everyone else and drank the wine and i held my hat in front of our faces and we just kissed a lot and when we weren’t kissing we were going through the vinyl and talking about which records we loved the most you said you could put Lady Stardust on repeat and it was probably right then and there that I fell in love with you like you read my mind exactly and your pupils flared wide when you said this and so did mine and it was on oh indeed it was on and we had another cigarette and oh you’re a rock & roll suicide indeed and there was another woman who I had been involved with there at the party who called me the next day that she was disgusted with me and my behavior and I replied that I was very sorry but that I met somebody new and I did not feel bad about anything and Sabine had already brought me back to her squat on the other side of Republique and we stayed drunk and stoned together for weeks on end just living on a mattress on the ground with sheets and blankets for walls and a small turntable with Coltrane blasting