Dream XXXI

I’d had an iPod for some time, but was finally getting comfortable with it. I only had one song on it, but that was such an accomplishment I decided to treat myself to a helicopter ride late at night. The lights of the city were quite attractive.

I then returned to the farmhouse where we were staying. The house was rumored to be haunted, but none of us believed that. Soon enough, though, the house was making its presence felt. Relations with everyone were very strained, and we all slept badly. There were some other people there, but the house was making all of us hostile.

One night, I went out to the barn. There, in the center of the room, was a wire magazine rack filled with comic books—Green Lantern, the Flash, and others. I was intrigued, but also afraid, so I didn’t touch them.

The next morning, we all tried to eat breakfast together, but somehow the food ended up rearranged on our plates, and we lost our appetites. Later that morning, I tried to do some sketching, and began sketching a rough outline of a face. As the face became more and more distinct, however, I knew I should stop drawing before something bad happened. The force of the drawing was so powerful I had to look away.

The feelings of dread we all had began to intensify. One night, there was a shrill sound from outside. We all ran out, and saw a child’s rocking horse, a fur-covered antique, caught in the barbed wire fence that surrounded the corral. A light suddenly appeared inside the barn and began to grow brighter. I yelled for everyone to get back inside. I was tempted to run toward the barn, to see what could be there—

Back in town, I watched a televised interview with the famous I Riletoni. He was asked why he moved the ballet away from town. He didn’t have a good answer.

Dream XXX

I was encased in a tube, which was planted in the ground and stretched upward into the sky. It went for quite some distance, but since I was in a suspended state, I could not bend my neck to look upward.

The tube was in the midst of a dry, desolate plain. Cracked earth extended for miles in all directions. In one direction, a series of low, broken hills pushed up from the horizon. It was always twilight in this place...the light never changed.

People came to me for advice, and wisdom. They would stand before the tube and ask questions. I would answer them, and they were always satisfied with what I said. I was completely removed from the questions and the answers. That activity used only a small portion of my brain, which was sealed off from the rest of me.

Where I was, I contemplated a sky filled with stars. The splendors of the heavens occupied my thoughts constantly. I could feel my mind move outward, among the stars and the myriad worlds thereof, and I could hear the music of the cosmos. I knew great joy to be so connected to everything, to be a part of the universe.

And I was happy.