- The night was interrupted between two dreams by a harsh awakening.
The first dream I shall never
forget.It was so vivid, even in memory, that chronicling it appears
superfluous. The dream culminated in a colossal atrium like the library in
Avatar:The Last Airbender and strongly reminiscent of the Observatory in Prince
of Persia: The Sands of Time, if not also the broken bridge in the Summer
Forest level of Spyro the Dragon: Ripto’s Rage.A circular platform was
suspended over a wide pit that appeared bottomless. From this platform, two
bridges extended towards each of the wide open arches that faced
out in opposite directions, running diametrically across the
chasm, interrupted only by the indent of the platform, which hung only a few
but critical yards beneath the surfaces of the bridges. One had to climb, from
the platform, along a ladder in order to reach these bridges, which then sloped
downwards, forming something like the surface of a hill with a very shallow well at its center. Along the
perpendicular axis, two bridges extended outwards on the level of the
platform,but the portals that they led to were smaller, markedly, and they
presumably led astray.
I had
arrived by car at the entrance to this temple, driven by a somewhat older man
who resembled Doug Martsch and Jesse. We had fled by a mountain road to the top
of a hill.
The road was bordered to either side by green grass that had
become dreary in hue. Night was setting in.I was fleeing a space alien. I was
possessed of a paranoia of surpassing grimness.
There
wasatiny black Toto dog that had comeby
car with us.
He ran after us.In fact, I am unsure as to whether the dog
had come in the automobile with us or not. I must have been flying from the
dog at one point because I was worried that it might be the alien pursuant. I
kept asking my companion for corroboration about this dog, who had been taken,
of course, from the music video for ‘Run Around’ by Blues Traveler,
was ‘probably not an alien’.
The architecture was stony and most akin to the Gothic
elements of Prince of Persia, sprawling and terrifyingly impersonal.
I was about to return to the outside, traveling in the
direction of where the car was parked,
after a long and arduous attempt to escape into the tower. My comoanion told me
to Remain with him. We were on the platform. I had begun to suspect that he was
the alien from whom I had escaped.
The suspicion still felt unsubstantiated.
I began to climb the ladder, but the exertion of energy was
either too great or I knew that I would
not overcome it in time.
I told him
that I would remain on the platform with him, coming back down. He grinned. I
stood near the edge of the platform. He stood diagonally in front of me and to
my right, in such a way that he could have blocked my passage should I have
tried to climb the ladder again.
He cast me a look of malicious engagement. He held two hands
out, facing one another by the palms as though a half-foot ruler were betwixt
them. His hair was scraggly yet not entirely unkempt, as though he were a well-groomed
homeless man. His eyes were manic in their calmness.
He pressed his hands against my stomach and, with a
malicious start, rotated them as though he were turning a wheel. I felt
intestinal discomfort.
He kept grinning. His teeth were jagged, Like those of Jason
Brown, but he on the whole seemed to be most akin to a vampiric clown.
dm.A.A.
2. The
second dream involved…
The memories seem to evade me as though there were no
subconscious impulse to summon them, which is likely.
What I do recall is that I was charged with a task that I
failed to complete. There was a familiar area whose structure, vertically, was
dispersed over three levels.
I had descended to a platform in the middle level. The
contents are probably superf - luous now,however. My child like intuition
suggests that the matter has been unconsciously resolved, yet hopefully
this is not hubris.
dm.A.A.
I
recall that I was a fugitive.I had to flee a terrible arrange-ment. I had been
enlisted, so to speak, or otherwise contracted to participate in a company that
was stationed in a complex very much akin to the shopping-mall arrangement that
I had described in a prior dream as ‘what CSUSM would look like if it were
subsidised by Apple’. The dream was set in the midst of this array.It was
either so in reality or as the array appeared on a map that the
buildings were light blue with light magenta neon signssignifying each
building’s function. Ultimately, I had to flee because I was no longer satisfied with my
occupation.
This was probably by virtue of a scruple. I had to escape
the complex. It was very akin to Palomar College in its design.In close proximity to a guard, I escaped by findinga
path that bordered what must have been tennis courts. I had been admonished
against passing through the fence that encapsulated the array from the edge
because it led to a cliff. I was unawareofthis fact. I was all ready being
chased,or, more precisely, searchedor, within the mall when I stumbled down the sideofan exquisitely
steep cliff.
The evening sky was deep indigo with only the spirit of a
jaded sapphire in it. I propped myself
up between the mountainside andtwo stone bars,mercifully outcropping.
I kept slipping, only able to slow my fall by keeping two
limbs in these tiny grooves.The limbs must have been my arms.I did not
see, ultimately, either how steep the mountainside had been, how close I was to
falling over the edge, or what the bottom looked like and how far away it was.
I
ultimately regained my footing and escaped.
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