Last night’s dream was a plethora
of heroic sequences which, again, predominantly escape my memory.What I will not
forget, however, is the last episode.
I was Samurai Jack. Part of the
dream even felt more like watching a cartoon than being in the active role of
a hero.
The Joker had captured–or was
otherwise preparing to capture– several of my friends,I had to pass through an
obstacle course of his device. The terror experience in this gauntlet was
worthy of the Saw films,though little in the environment seemed at first to justify it; it was more akin
to the psychological intimidation of the Scarecrow.
The
final challenge I can recall did justify my Horror, however. I was in a
compact, brightly coloured tunnel comprised of shifting prisms, like a corridor
with a lowceiling and innumerable shafts that became still deeper corridors
when one fell into them, creating the horrifying impression of anendless,
labyrinthine snare. The prisms,each nogreater in width than my large Casio
keyboard but considerable in lengthy,
would shift and change position as I tried to jump across a gap, suggesting an
homage to the platforming game that I am designing in Actual life, perhaps
serving as a more diabolical counterpoint to what I had consciously intended to
be a very light-hearted game mechanic.
Having literally fallen short of crossing the chasm
several attempts in a row, I have up on trying to calculate the pattern by
which the walls took their course. I drew a black cloth from my robes, may be
even tearing(or having torn ) it from my belt.I then proceeded to successfully traverse
the array blindfolded. dm.A.A.
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