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for one lean instant
of a dry, solemn door
as it closed
and the thing
dark
beyond
� The peculiar one with a girl and GW in a square room, with food laid out Japanese-style.
� Shelves of brightly colored rain-jackets, jeans in terraces to a height, and hemming me in.
� swimming�in an organic form of index or Personals section or some such and I seized upon one ad and suddenly (or so I now imagine it) it swept up, as water or some organic nano-tech, and took the form of a woman with whom I felt disarmed (in the sense of comfort, dispossal of callous or uncertain aims). There was the understanding of warm intimacy, and for a moment our hands were wound. An arm went around my neck, and I resisted, and this is when I awoke (and thought myself late for Romanticism! I even walked the distance to the empty room, clumsy and unacknowledged on my ovular course).
The idea of technology that can be loved, or true organism within the pristine interface of alternate consciousness.
~2004:
Long RPG stories around two beds or a dinner table. Vampires, suspicious of creepy things beneath. Everyone goes down hills to a precipice, where there is pressing, it is crowded. From my view there are booths or busses to my right, where more people crowd in from, called Dim Mathra or Kappa Kappa or something like, athletic an elite mostly men with gray or bluish eyes.
Someone gives orders and the crowd pushes around there is the bark of some kind of military order, as on megaphones, then I stand looking at Phantom with some kind of washboard or container and the two kids. He is washing one of them. I want ot think it isTom beneath him, having his ears scrubbed but it might be the reverse, with Jessica beneath and Tom on his shoulders or behind him. Jessica makes strange signs as she throws soapy water in Step-father's eyes. At one point Tom is bothered. There is some scratching or pulling. The washboard or container where Tom or Jessica is being washed is a white rectangular board, smooth, with wooden boards for edges. It is just a little larger than Jessica or Tom and maybe Phantom is kneeling in it. This is all at the very lip of the crevasse. There may be boats, there may be people crowded onto pedestals, and there are a few series of people, think of nobler rank, standing or bowing along the ledge. The water is dark and greenish, like a family swimming-hole, though wide. The water is a threat. At some point I feel there must be a girl I am attracted to though I do not see her in the crowd. The elite people are almost sexless there is some conversation, brief and usual, among the 3 Tom, J, and Ph. I remember now there is a point where I run down the hill and meet three figures, a male friend, a girl, and a male friend, each at her side. I toss black rocks, from left to right, at their hearts. Afterwards, she speaks. There was also a game of soldiers, Red was a color of the uniforms. Blue might be the other, or Green. I chase down a girl by falling down a slope. It must end with an impulse to jump, or the entire crowd pushed over the brink.
I imagine that three characters watched the dream: a woman in black, with midriff showing,
a doctor, and a snake. These I saw as objects from a point-of view.
OLDER ~2002-3
the sense of a lack of control, isolation: living in one vague place of a number of vague places. A house, bleak. Things are swimming, the mind is tethered on a long chain in a gale, the ocean, Miasmism, burning into itself. There are people; distant, recent, present, doing. They seem unfamiliar, but partake in my lifetime. I panic into discontinuity and resurge in a pulsing stranger. My body, too, appears chained in turn (to the mind, unwinding in its own fallen course; even if curled to the immediate, still bound to a wild distance). All things are vicious tidings of a Grel Aviditz, a razor world emerging from its stead. A great Unknowing. light browns, watery, awkward, low angles on standing figures at one point. Feeling lost on long avenues very briefly, bleak houses in a row, one across the street I think is where I reemerge, crazy, as though there is noise. Perhaps a premonition of my reality-break a year or so post.
� a small tree planted in the center of a bridge. There is company, a sense of purpose. (are there railings? it is narrow, a footbridge; flagstone walkways, or slate . . .)
� Emerging from a form of hut that has a covered spiral staircase that forms the roof, mollusk-like; I look out from the dark opening of a doorway over the roof, which appears to be somewhat low, and covered with moss or some form of garden or vegetation. There is a beach and a cliff. There may have been an old man. There is beauty and uncertainty.
� Brother Brian is drowning beneath floorboards of a kind. I try to tear them away to save him (dream ends before I do so?).
This one is from childhood:
� There was a dream at one point where Brian and I chased our mother across narrow, wooded strips of land with water in all parts that did not lead to other strips. There was a sense that we were being left, not that either party was antagonizing the other. Desperation, urgency. It felt at once like a puzzle and an instant of madness. At the same time it was clear that my brother and I formed practically a single unit of being, very much reliant on one another, cooperative. It reminds me of parts of E. Rock Park, where the UU society at one point took collective hikes.
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