My Goonies, the 1930s-1970s, and The Flood
Darkness permeated every area with a cloudy disposition Eternal night with shadows and angry people, yet we were always running to or from something, it was never clear If I could make a guess, it was Annabelle making her first runs Those bad omens that have never truly stopped even when the Warrens kept all of the occult and nightmarish stuff locked up Everyone was dressed in rags, and I was always running with friends tears streaming down our faces we were on a mission, but I don't know what why are we riding a garbage truck, to stay hidden? What were we hiding from . . . ourselves? Suddenly, water washed over everything flooded the streets, the people, took everything out a complete reverse of the drought consumed by sadness the residents cried and created an endless reservoir of their tears we fought to stay off the land and move into a darkened sky closer to where God lives We were absolutely a version of The Goonies we went sky bound in a plane which transported us to a time where we sought individual freedoms yet we all stuck together Curiously, we end up in a house that feels shifted off the ground a mousy, older woman with unkempt hair at a table that strangely went around in a square, like a maze I asked her why this was the same table we saw in the past no response. Guided to a life-size treasure box, we filled our hands with all these toys and jewelry that kept falling away we were kids who just wanted to have fun this was our gift for living through the 1930s it's a great thing we didn't experience Halloween during that time I would have passed out from the fear Somehow, that wasn't it and "my goonies" traveled to an ancient tree I assume was much like Yggdrasil from Dragon Quest They were getting angry because I fell way behind falling into my fears and my own journey I was suddenly catapulted into I was the key to unlocking the secret behind the tree so once I overcame my unsightly fears that never materialized I closed my eyes, meditated, prayed the tree somehow gained bountiful fruit I have never seen a group of kids get so excited over fruit in my life The figs were bigger than them, and orange for whatever reason either way, we ate and were content with our riches after enduring poverty living a dream that wasn't American-made but a magic cultivated through healing and friendship
