An enormous machine. It makes either your mind or your voice immensely powerful. When I was using it, my voice did have that thundering quality, but it may have been a cinematic effect. I'm fairly certain the machine was evil. There were at least two women: one a matron, one a maid (who knows, left long enough, I may have encountered a crone). The machine was in what appeared to be a large cave that had been altered somewhat. The user strapped himself in at the head, hands, and feet to a giant disk that stood just off of being upright. The headpiece included a spike: I'm not sure if it pierced the head or not. It was a five-sided pyramid, the triangular sides of which were equilateral. I'm fairly certain it's function involved dark magic: there was a narrator going on about God and the Devil. At one point he said that God should be thankful to the Devil for sending him so many souls to judge.
I strapped into the device three times, but I only remember the third one. The matron, who had power like that of the machine, and I were squaring off, trying to destroy each other. I remember that the more descriptive I was, the more she was hurt, and vice versa, her to me. Ultimately, I turned her to dust. Then, later, I was holding a box with a spike like that of the machine, otherwise the size of a handheld tape recorder. For some reason, there was a fox on the dinner table, eating our food. I spoke into the device and offered it a choice to die. The fox then died.
I've done a rubbish job of explaining it. Oh well.
Images I Don't Understand
A mixture of dreams and random images that occur to me without the meaning being apparent.
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Thursday, January 5, 2012
With Eyes Closed, I Saw
This, I saw yesterday while lying in bed, fully awake but with my eyes closed.
It was like a silent film on 8mm. There was flickering, panning, other images. My wife and I were there. Some of our current kids were there, in one shot or another. But the focus was a little girl with darker hair. I think it was our unborn daughter...
Nothing significant happened. We sat on a couch together. She was laughing. All I really knew is that I loved this little girl. It fills me with a sense of peace to think of it. As if, seeing this, I know that we will be okay.
It was like a silent film on 8mm. There was flickering, panning, other images. My wife and I were there. Some of our current kids were there, in one shot or another. But the focus was a little girl with darker hair. I think it was our unborn daughter...
Nothing significant happened. We sat on a couch together. She was laughing. All I really knew is that I loved this little girl. It fills me with a sense of peace to think of it. As if, seeing this, I know that we will be okay.
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Bard Song
Wrote this once listening to the song "Bard Song" performed by Van Canto.
- Three men I see, and one I don't, are riding in a small boat. The boat has a sail, but it is pulled up and tied off on the mast.
- One of the men is hanging off the main mast in a posture reminiscent of the movie Singin' in the Rain.
- At least the man on the mast is doing just that—singing with a bellowing voice into a storm. They've just left shore tonight and are heading home. The other three may be singing with him, but he leads the song. His hair whips in the torrent. Dark clouds blot the light from the sky—far off lightning is the only illumination. I suspect it is night but cannot see.
- The other men on deck ARE singing, and they are also pulling ropes, going about the business of keeping the ship upright amid the waves.
- The man on the mast wears a knee-length coat unbuttoned and caught up in the winds. It may be dark blue normally, but the rain has it looking pure black. The deck hands, as the other men seem to be, are stripped to the waist and barefoot.
Found Written on a Scrap of Paper
My head, shaven. The background is a starry cosmos, the focus softens and fades to black roughly at my neck. Disembodied hands grab at my forehead and pry it open—it was a lid for a giant eye the size of my head. A bright light, or group of lights, causes me to squint/close this new eye again.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
I Dreamt This Last Night
On a long drive, I somehow find myself elsewhere. I seem to be floating and before me I see the face of a mountain. I hear music all around me. On the side of the mountain the lyrics are carved, though I no longer remember what they said.
As the music dimmed, I drifted away from the mountain, but the a new crescendo rose and I moved back toward the mountain toward its base. But its base did not meet the ground. Instead, on this one side at least, it overhung the edge and seemed fixed in the sky. I drew closer still and saw that instead of rock, this part of the mountain was clay, and through the clay was a net of fine roots. Growing on these roots were bunches of a fruit that looked like grapes, though they were too small and too many to be grapes.
I saw that here, no lyrics had been carved. Or if they had, they had not endured. At some point after seeing that the mountain was half-hanging in the sky, I realized that I must be in the place of dreams and thought myself lucky to be here. I began to scoop up some of the clay in my hands, wondering what many things might be learned about this place by analyzing this clay. It was then I was called away, back to the waking world.
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As the music dimmed, I drifted away from the mountain, but the a new crescendo rose and I moved back toward the mountain toward its base. But its base did not meet the ground. Instead, on this one side at least, it overhung the edge and seemed fixed in the sky. I drew closer still and saw that instead of rock, this part of the mountain was clay, and through the clay was a net of fine roots. Growing on these roots were bunches of a fruit that looked like grapes, though they were too small and too many to be grapes.
I saw that here, no lyrics had been carved. Or if they had, they had not endured. At some point after seeing that the mountain was half-hanging in the sky, I realized that I must be in the place of dreams and thought myself lucky to be here. I began to scoop up some of the clay in my hands, wondering what many things might be learned about this place by analyzing this clay. It was then I was called away, back to the waking world.
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Wednesday, November 4, 2009
A Girl
A little girl lies in a bed, arms folded in the stereotypical posture of peace. She is either sleeping, dead, or in a coma. Her hair looks blond, but doesn't seem to belong that way: either she dyes it or it is a wig. She is not sickly or thin enough to be in the advanced stages of chemotherapy, nor does her bed appear to be in a hospital so much as a normal bedroom. Her face is freckled - for some reason this stands out to me.
I cannot clearly picture her clothes or her blankets, though the blankets are more clear to me: a dark color, most likely navy, and heavy - a comforter, not sheets. There is something near the head of the bed to her left, and there may be someone sitting to this side. To her right, the space is empty. There is a door in this direction, but it is more likely a closet than an entrance.
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I cannot clearly picture her clothes or her blankets, though the blankets are more clear to me: a dark color, most likely navy, and heavy - a comforter, not sheets. There is something near the head of the bed to her left, and there may be someone sitting to this side. To her right, the space is empty. There is a door in this direction, but it is more likely a closet than an entrance.
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Saturday, September 12, 2009
Numbers (Previously Misposted)
All is black.
Within the black are three numbers, tall, three dimensional numerals in bold colors against the black.
From left to right, first comes a 2 in bright Red. Second, a Blue numeral 1, and third, a 3 I could not see - either because it was invisible, or because it was as Black as everything that was not a number.
Aside from these numbers, nothing can be seen, but there is also something green there. Something I cannot see. It could be that the three is indeed invisible, but were it visible it would be green. Or it could be something that I simply did not see.
Do you see why I do not understand?
Within the black are three numbers, tall, three dimensional numerals in bold colors against the black.
From left to right, first comes a 2 in bright Red. Second, a Blue numeral 1, and third, a 3 I could not see - either because it was invisible, or because it was as Black as everything that was not a number.
Aside from these numbers, nothing can be seen, but there is also something green there. Something I cannot see. It could be that the three is indeed invisible, but were it visible it would be green. Or it could be something that I simply did not see.
Do you see why I do not understand?
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