French Dream: Across Friday-the-13th

Portrait of a photographer's deep-intuition of the composition of Earthling fitness/activity and superstition of misfortune-and-winning 'consciousness.'

Sports daydream tale/fiction. 

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"There I was at a department store in my Homeland-Jersey area of Earth realm, trying on varied street-stylish urban utilitarian gear/clothing for Saturday treks to Philly to work on my photo-arts project about pedestrian life in the post-9/11 era and thinking-back on social activity of sports as a youngster in my mod Selfie age of activities-commentary linked Western/American exchange lifestyle metaphysics (Facebook-like!)."

"I then had a dream-sleep vision, one Saturday's Eve, that I was transformed into the French Open '92 champion in pro-women's tennis cheers world, Monica Seles of Yugoslavia, who'd broke-into the scene of Grand Slam tennis to become the only true rival/challenger of once-indomitable Steffi Graf of Germany. Me, a man and photographer-artist, and my Selfie activities/intuitions drew me to this bizarre dream-sleep vision of being transformed into a Monica Seles, a female tennis star who became a groundbreaking star, before her career was shocked to hell by a fanatic Steffi Graf fan who wished to erase Seles from the competition environment in which Graf was once supreme deity (damn). In the dream-vision, I saw myself running through the Pine Barrens forest, as Monica Seles, running from Jason Voorhees, the (fiction?) hockey-mask wearing zombie-psycho from the Friday the 13th horror-misfortune films of slasher-cleats (damn)."

"Why'd I have such a dream-vision, of female tennis-champion career shock (in the American Homeland)? Seles was the Yugo-darling representing her civil-wars troubled home-nation in '92 when she seized a French Open trophy away from super-rival Graf in an epic 6-3, 3-6, 10-8 winning-marathon (in Paris). Graf was once the darling-of-Germany wrenching her stigma-pitted nation out of that dark-shadow of WWII with sports-media cheers (wow). Graf was once indomitable. Now, I dreamt I was Monica Seles herself in this dream-vision, fleeing from a weaponized Jason Voorhees in the Pine Barrens forest of hell (Selfie-like!)." 

WIFE: I got you this 'fantastic' Harbaugh (Bears) rookie card for your B-day.

ME: Wow, I cheered for this guy as a boy, when he was QB; now he's a coach.

WIFE: That's why I got you the card, hubby...he got more success as a coach.

ME: Yes, he was a skillful Windy-City QB; but as a coach in Michigan, he shined.

WIFE: You know why I got you the card, hubby (eh?).

ME: Yes, I was an aspiring tennis-tourney competitor as a teenager.

WIFE: Now, you're a photographer-artist...this card shall bring you good-luck!

ME: I had a dream I was Monica Seles stalked by Jason Voorhees in the woods.

WIFE: You confide this now, because you're thinking about chance-beauty?

ME: What should I do?

WIFE: Write a story...incomplete-distances readings to the image of vanity.

ME: Maybe Jason is real (Selfie-like).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)