over the years I've had this recurring dream... the first time that I recorded it it became  section 8 of The City (1974).
recently the "old man" (I am 70) morphs into Stone Girl (she is ... young). Here is that section 8  just as it was originally composed:

8

it is the quietness
within
that makes the move
ment
of animals
going
almost
unnoticed


              .an old man
              was with me

              he came upon
              me
              suddenly

              his voice was
              low
              & rough & in

              his talk
              sd nothing
              important

              as the moon
              came
              animals came

              we slept with
              no fire

              in the morning
              when i awoke
              he had already

              gone

             .i do not know
             his name

last night was like every other night I
again  dreamed that I was (the) Full Moon
pretending to be (a) Ripe Banana

&
when that Dumb Rock turned into "Her"
I ...erupted !

wrote a poem:

full moon
I think I'm in love
with a rock

and the this Stone Girl became my "me"


 

Last night I had no dreams

and woke up with no worries

The night before last I dreamed about "her"
and that morning when I awoke I had many worries

There must be a lesson in this  that is as I re:call

#1

I was tied naked to a stake
in a gawd-for-saken land
way out "there"
the sun was blazing hot

and circling me a- hooten and a-hoolerin'
was a band of (also) naked Indian women-girls


#2

I am falling head first down down down a tube..
I can see a light wayyyyyy down there...
then suddenly POW!
I egress from the dark-dank tube

into the light and just drift endlessly away