Originally posted July 25, 2006
Ah! Just remembered it. Spent half the day not being able to. Last night’s dream!Very simple setting, but so filled with fraught tension, I am glad to be free of it. Again, back in high school. This time everyone was getting ready to take the SAT. Lots of last minute studying going on around the room I was seated in. I was thinking, “well, if I don’t know the material, no amount of studying now will make any difference, so I’ll just stay calm and wait till the test starts.” Good old John Cox was there, a face I have not seen in over 10 years. At some point I remembered that I had not only already gotten into college, but I had graduated from college, and so I didn’t need to take any sort of SAT. I went to the principal’s office to let them know, but no one would listen. I experienced both an inner feeling of release knowing I had already “proved myself” to this unbending and all controlling academic system and also an exasperation that they refused to acknowledge it. But the exasperation soon faded away into the knowledge that since I wasn’t going to go to college again, I might as well just sit back and take the test... At some point I was back at my parents’ house, visiting with my old neighbor Jennette. What a pleasant experience that was. I wonder where she is today.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
...a fawn's tale
Originally posted July 23, 2006
Last night I dreamt of a thin, greenish fawn clattering and cluttering around in a kitchen on the outskirts of a medieval village. Evil knights rode by on their sturdy horses, talking of their complete subjugation of the village. The poor, fragile, weak little fawn knew that the spirit of his love haunted the village and it was her existence that invited in such strong and unfightable evil. He scurried through the seaside village, up a mountain garnered by jutting houses made of stone, and finally reached his destination in an old stone abode atop the mountain, eating into its side. Among a litter of various magic tools, bibles, and other artifacts of religion and learning, he found a room with a mirror and sink, the mirror containing the image of his deceased love, and the sink containing her wretched soul made flesh. It was a weird flesh-mouth, a wicked opening, a quivering and hairy wound in the top of the sink. She cried out for her lover, the weak but noble fawn, and told him that the only way to save the village was to be united in love again. Her human form was behind him, translucent in its post-death state, slowly creeping forward. She possessed that sort of beauty that seemed to say, “we shall build a fine home together, and spend our days not ravishing our egos at trivial drinking feasts, but in silently creating works of wonder together within our stone abode.” The fawn, heart aching with the sight of his lost love, slowly approached… And together they made a union, out of which a horrible and destructive monster was born. For at the last moment, it was revealed to the fawn that the creature he laid with was a twisted and unnatural thing, who desired only to use his seed to pollute the earth.
Last night I dreamt of a thin, greenish fawn clattering and cluttering around in a kitchen on the outskirts of a medieval village. Evil knights rode by on their sturdy horses, talking of their complete subjugation of the village. The poor, fragile, weak little fawn knew that the spirit of his love haunted the village and it was her existence that invited in such strong and unfightable evil. He scurried through the seaside village, up a mountain garnered by jutting houses made of stone, and finally reached his destination in an old stone abode atop the mountain, eating into its side. Among a litter of various magic tools, bibles, and other artifacts of religion and learning, he found a room with a mirror and sink, the mirror containing the image of his deceased love, and the sink containing her wretched soul made flesh. It was a weird flesh-mouth, a wicked opening, a quivering and hairy wound in the top of the sink. She cried out for her lover, the weak but noble fawn, and told him that the only way to save the village was to be united in love again. Her human form was behind him, translucent in its post-death state, slowly creeping forward. She possessed that sort of beauty that seemed to say, “we shall build a fine home together, and spend our days not ravishing our egos at trivial drinking feasts, but in silently creating works of wonder together within our stone abode.” The fawn, heart aching with the sight of his lost love, slowly approached… And together they made a union, out of which a horrible and destructive monster was born. For at the last moment, it was revealed to the fawn that the creature he laid with was a twisted and unnatural thing, who desired only to use his seed to pollute the earth.
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