She's brain candy for me,

She's all the faces I've seen;

she don't look at me. 

She's all that I am—all my years

come into light.

I don't know why I'm so bothered.

I'm used to seeing them talk 

a little standing by the candy jar

-playtime

A little spec of a dream I can recall.  Not all were morbid like this so one, though.  First night of non-using I can recall, as well.  First dream I can actually somewhat describe, too.  enough with the toos!  as in too many posts?  Thus it was a dream of gang warfare.  Let's see what it means.  Two rival gangs were setting up, tooling up, if you will, across from one another, directly, separating them was a fence.  One crew had more bodies than the other.  Each lined up across the ground, a wheelchair ramp, around the trees.  They began psyching each other up, face to face; I waited a few moments, wondering which flank would began firing first.  I looked through the crowd of hostile shaved heads spewing hatred, and seemingly Hispanic faces, and I knew if shots were fired some of these guys would get shot in the face.  Then the violent yellow sparks flew through the air.  The scene changed.  The crowd changed.  They were computer programmers.  Maybe production assistants, some had bellies, short hair or yet shaved, maybe balding.  There could have also been in the mix good-natured curly haired Jewish kids from SLAA meetings, still behind a fence, still taking cover.  The fence was a lot taller now—no, much, much taller.  Much is more literary.  Thus, the fence was much taller now and covered by a lot of green stuff.  From the view visible through my perspective, the group had their backs to me, and each stood on the shoulder of the person below him.  I watched them from above—hovering over them, as though a spectator or a director viewing the dailies.  The participants were in good spirits as the mayhem ensued, certain they had survived the battle.  They turned to their buddies and smiled, some with shaved heads, but were unaware, in the adrenaline, of the bullet already implanted red at the back of their heads.   A large gaping hole splattered fresh into his brain, and moments later his face went blank.  Black and white were his eyes big, black and white—such were his eyes.  He was frozen past surprise.  The body fell, back, stiff—with him, he took down another on whose shoulder he was standing.  There were shots on the ground of torsos and legs contorted, eyes blank and blood splattered