Dreams

Jim Morrison

I was Jim Morrison. I was somewhere South, Louisiana I think, and there were monstrous alligators in every river and bayou; you could see dozens of them, their great shadowy bulks gliding around and over one another. How did I see this? I was climbing trees, and hanging precariously from swaying limbs over the water. I don't know why. Possibly to get away from these huge street parties. Everyone was absurdly Sixties: drinking, getting high, making out, dancing. When I spoke my voice sounded like Val Kilmer. I said a lot of cool things.