DREAMS OF THE MIGHTY DRAGONS, they are on their way, as the prayers have been received many are

mad with revenge, their abode has been defiled. Many times I awoken having Sandy pulling on my back, or just slapping me, turning my chest red from long sessions of continuingly slapping me for hours, before I would awake. She said that I would speak strange noises that made slight sense, yet the words would curve into dialects of garbled grunts, she said they were scary; they meant something to whatever I spoke too. Dragons talked to me, telling stories of the void. Today we bought a new bike, she picked the color, deep purple, with a reddish pearl wave, it looked like flames yet curved into crashing waves. The bike was all we talked about, I told her this is my dream come true. I have waited for years for these two things, and now I have both, Sandy and a new Super sport semi chopper. We planned another road trip for next weekend, but first I had to take her for a ride, so with Sandy holding on tight we head for Mexico. Two hours latter, we are drinking Coronas at Husongs Bar, and throwing change at some kids laughing out front of the bar. Keith and the Gary followed us, they never needed any reason to go into Mexico, just went for the score. High in the sky, they would always be; the watchers enjoyed seeing us play. Our game was always about the score, and we never traveled alone, two riders against the world, my back-up the Ace of Spades, and The Dog, my name is The Joker, my girl is Sandy, and we when we play it is for keeps. Anybody that was interested in action would find their way into our paths; we were bikers from the San Fernando Valley. Our crew is SF-The Wizards, one of many crews who left hell to party here with the living. We were constantly looking for players, punks who try to be what we lived, hard core drug dealers, users and cold blooded gangsters, from old school, that place where you know who you are. Frankly, people needed us; we provided the action by organizing set-ups. The birth of the Illegal Street Races, street parties formed by old friends looking to score, we made the rules, we played the game to win, most people never see what we created until the final score, that point where we would leave with the score, we were the crew, and everybody new not to Fuck with the SF-Wizards. That night as the crowds out side the window below set the pace, three hookers are hustling in front of our hotel, and Keith convinces them to party. Sandy already knows tonight is going to be interesting, we had to join the party so down the old stairs we go. I knock on the door, as The Dog opens it, reeking of tequila, and The Ace of Spades is dealing out the poker chips, and one of the whores grabs hold of her blouse as The Dog intently grabs a hand full. Sandy is laughing, and asks if the bikes were O.K. parked in front of the room. Gary speaks out loud interrupting Sandy, Fuckin bikes better not get fuckin messed with, dude your bike is awesome, how much did you buy it for? Gary trips towards us and Sandy says, Yeah you like to get Fucked-up, fuck-up too and Gary answers, Yeah I like to get Fuck-up Fuck-up Too! The whore with dyed blond hair says in broken English, Lets party and get really Fuck-up, too I laugh at The Dogs slurring, and Sandy just snaps her eyes at the whore. The party moves along as I win most of the cash at the table, more people enter the room as it starts to change gears. Some troublemakers invite themselves in, so we ask them to join the poker game or get the hell out of here, they through two grand on the table. I look at The Ace, he smiles, knowing we are leaving Mexico with that money. Sandy plays a good hand of poker, although she plays a team player better. She is my wing, confidently working all the angles, soon I have most of the cash, and one of the guys get really pissed off. He senses Gary has

sobered up, The Dog has the look in his eyes that mean I will kill you, if I find some reason not to like you. The skinny whore, who never said much suddenly, starts to argue with the person, she knew him from somewhere else, the conversation turns into a scuffle. Sandy stands up, on my queue, she slaps the bitch, causing Gary to co-cock the main player, thus the fight begins; I take the money, standing in front of Sandy, as she is ready for anything. The biggest Mexican pulls a knife, hopelessly noticing The Ace has his glock 9 and Gary proceeds to kick some ass. The federally cops were waiting out front, they know it is pay off time. The whores are beaten by the federally' cops, since the troublemakers were from Southside San Diego, the federally cops had every body pack it up. We kept the money and paid Mexico its dues. Sandy suggests we drive down to Rosarita Beach, another hide out, so we all fallow The Dog, half and hour latter we pull into La Casa Royo, a very familiar spot, we spent numerous nights here trying to kick the Somas, mescaline dreams of Dragons. The shores are filled with waves crashing, the sounds of the Dragons continue saying repeatedly, Tom whence thou delivered thus released upon thy mind, legions aloft encircling the insides of thou mind, bequest thy honors. Sandy is passed out lying on the floor, she has had a long day, and now I need her, they have returned to collect what is right fully theirs. I sit next to her holding her soft blond hair, groping her body as she is always willing, she purrs, slightly awake, I stand up and carry her to bed. She says Tom I heard those voices too, we will fight them together slowly she falls back to sleep as I kiss her all over her body trying not to sleep.

Pain and pleasure consume me, the simple pleasures of her body; I partake indulging my senses when a strong tug on my shoulder stops me. I turn around expecting somebody but my instinctual reaction was they have come out to play, and I am the toy. Many voices at once speak, Joker man, stoned half of your life, yet only I know when I will collect, never, never Tom your are mine, only mine, Jokerman, Jokerman feeling like a freak on a leash, feeling like you cannot breathe, tonight you fall from grace. Sandy slaps my face, and is screaming. Tommy, wake-up they are shooting outside on the beach! The Dog has killed somebody and Keith is running towards our room, I look outside the window, and call out to him Keith you guys head to the Hide Away we will catch-up with you guys there. The federally cops are swarming the hotel by sunset, me and Sandy get on my bike and head to Ensenada, we finely have some time to our selfs. I really was not interested in what happened last night, I always figured those guys are grown men and if they had too, then they had too. I love riding alone with her on my back, nothing beats this feeling, I enjoy everything about her; as she is resting her head on my shoulders, god only knows what she is thinking, sometimes I leave her thoughts alone. These are the best of times I am sure. The goddess Athena has stepped back allowing her to take control of my every mood. Sandy is my perfect companion, I tell her that, as she brings me a cold beer, smiling at me she says Tom you had it bad last night, I felt like I was going to lose you, maybe we should go up to Hoopa Valley and sweat with my cousins, they have the good shit, Somas from the seventies. Two days latter we are in Santa Barbara, the hotel is the same one on the cover of Hotel California, the Eagles album. The mission was built with old Spanish stucco, and alligator lizards are resting on the walls, crawling everywhere. A subtle display for my own entertainment, a reminder they will be anywhere I go the mighty reptilians. The snakes and

birds both have and ambitions to live life twice inside each others minds, one flys high next to the heavens, the other slithers amongst the dead. Both partaking of the fruits humankind has inside his mind. Each creature bleeds upon each other actions taking turns adapting themselves into both dimensions. That of my physical world; thus merging into my minds sleep states to visit; then to play around within the unconscious realms; that is where the Dragons enjoy being mans puppeteers. An American eagle is sorrowing high above us, Sandy looks into the sun, she is sure that is a sign we will have visitors tonight, and that she should share her little present with me, mescaline, Somas from Ensenada Mexico.

The Chumash Indians own this hotel, this is sacred land taken only one hundred and fifty years ago, prior to that thousands of Chumash natives lived here. I ask if any sweats are available, the receptionist looks puzzled yet she smiles and says yes, I will call you latter, settle in for a while, and somebody will come to visit your room. Sandy says that she is hungry for a steak, so we go straight to the restaurant, I order for both of us, top sirloin. Her appetite is always to my pallet, we order some wine and settle down looking at the ocean views; the brightly colored sun is lowering far away behind the waves, she is smiling as I slip into a trance. I see many women whom I have slept with and thus my mind continually reminds me that they meant absolutely nothing to me, only Sandra has a place in my heart and mind. Softly I her someone it is Sandy Tom this place brings wonderful visions into my mind, I see you picking me up, choosing me over many other girlfriends, proudly holding my hand I ask her Sandy was I talking out loud a moment ago? No Tom, I was thinking about us, and then you said to me that you loved me. I reached over and kissed her cheek, she was so hot looking I would be proud of her anywhere. Then I hear another voice, Hello, Tom and Sandy welcome to my home, please enjoy your dinner, then come

up to the penthouse, I will be happy to entertain you two, by the way my name is Orcalianus I am full blooded Chumash we are people from the sea. He walks away as silently as he came over, he is a stout man, he looks like a Californian surfer lost back in the sixties, his hair is long, yet he has the executive authoritarian presents. I ask Sandy if she was interested, she says of course; let us see what kind of sweat we can have with the Chumash.

Orcalianus began his speech willingly displaying a sense of fear from Spanish conquers. The mission Indians were slaughtered, and the only survivors live under the water, inbetween the waves, they would play as little children coming onto the beaches; likewise we would now a days enter the shallow areas, next to where the oceans waves would break. The sudden disappearance of the two-legged natives disturbed the curious children of the sea, and the mighty ocean called them away from the California shores, they now are living elsewhere. Orcalianus momentarily paused to pour us a stiff drink of aged bourbon. He continued to talk as he led Sandy to a large leather couch, next to a window over looking the nights beauty. Then he waved his arms up high and said to me that he was very interested in our cultural ways, how did we really know to use the Ghost Dances, they have worked, proven to redeem the ancient tribes, our ancestral warriors are returning. The end of innocents would include a total invasion, insanity covered the hearts of the people, and they lusted over the lands, virgin territory. I sat for days watching a vivid display of my own families horrors, my eyes full of despair, as they seen the faces up close, the killers. The whites migrated, those whom will eat your food, learn your ways, to get strong then kill your children. They had a devil, his name was greed, soon they will realize why we smile, for our kind will continue to exist with our without the structured histories, we are content, ours is a future unwritten, yet theirs is predestined as they describe, for out of their own mouth shall they see their own demise.

As expected our souls reached the ears of our ancestors, and they are returning to see, it is only one thousand years, of times passing, since to our people it is a day of rest, for one more battle is nearing. We will welcome all who see the truth, for we are for the hearts and souls of humankinds children of the sun. The dogs of war will take that what belongs to them and conquers no more, we smile to all our earthly families. The fish, the birds, the two and four-legged will soon reap what we have so patience waited for the return of the Dragons. The Ghost Dances have reached in shame for the peoples of earth have turned into pillagers, raping the skies, the lands and the precious waters are all tainted, our air is full of stench. They are near, for they seen all that is happening, and they are mad, from trillions of light-years they gain speed heading home to earth, soon they will open up the heavens and wash away the tears of wars childrens. Time to play the game and the rule has changed, for now we have intentions grander then any written in a book

. Orcalianus is exhausted telling his visions of how the Dragons are returning to clean the waters of earth. He has aged, and his hair has turned white cascading down the front of his shoulders, he grins at us with a sneer, smiling about his prophetic desires, then asked us to enjoy some Somas, in his sweat, we follow him down stairs to the beach head. His private beach is a sacred place protected with cliffs, surrounding a cove, which led to a sweat lodge. He said that this sweat has been here for thousands of years, one of earths first doors to heavens realms, home of our kinds, and the spirits from lifes beginnings.

History, the way it was, not the fabricated, bandages of rewritten gospel of this current worlds, philosophical explanations to hide and fabricate a new structured history, Christians fallacies, the missions was not to save my people it was to destroy them, a war to infiltrate, thru mass hypnosis, they said it was time to play the game, it was all about control, thru segregation. identity thru physical attribute, identity thru birth rites, they killed those who were spiritually stronger, from fear of our gods, our kind ways towards the enemies, for we always believed it was not a game, our lifes continued as where they I there went to heaven or hell, we know we stay here on earth, either, flying, swimming or walking we stay where we were created to be. s, thru visualization I have seen the slaughters of the first, original children of the sun! they were giving directions to one group, and feeding another group, when the Calvary began shooting any and all living natives, satanic rituals brought inside the religious consciously aware the invasion continued until the waters of the oceans receded the rage. Greed was the vicarious intentions the leaders had, to keep the old ways beneath the ground, to retrain the populations; their agenda that society cannot function without the puppeteers, our governments evil agenda, the complete mixture of state and religion.