10-31-2011, 12:00 AM
This one is about a year or two old. The dream preceded RL events in the area in the dream. It ended as well as the dream for me, but was less amusing.
Well, last night when I finally began to shuffle off to bed I felt weird as well. Strangely energized and not tired, but also normally tired and wanting to sleep. Whatever sick I had has downgraded to an occasional cough no more chills and foggy head so that wasn’t it. As I lay down and seriously tried to sleep, I had the impression. You know the waves of weary or relaxation that begin as one drifts off? these started before I was even heavy in my eyelids. The sensation was of those waves coming out like sheets of tin roofing material, and hanging solid in the air around me. Not heavy, light like foam and contouring to my head. It also did not bring on relaxation or a soothing feeling. It just was, heavy in the air, so heavy id open my eyes half expecting to see them, but everything was normal. so I just let it go and in that went to sleep.
The dream must have started right away after that. It seemed normal enough. I had gotten dressed up half nicely, to go with my parents and my sister and brother to a county office building in what seemed like riverside, California. this building is next to the old mission in and is a regular modern government office mid-rise building irl. The mission inn is a old Hollywood golden era style resort built to look like a mission full of imported lattice ironwork, covered in vines etc that altogether takes up a city block. there are shops and closed pedestrian streets around it etc. County courts, cps, government are all in that downtown area. My parents were going to wait to see an official in one of the offices about some sort of property transfer, or taxes. Not in trouble, to get something done that was a modest enrichment. So I sat with them in a waiting room in the office building, we were by ourselves. The wait was very long, and no one had anything to talk about. And as they waited all the problems around were heavy on my soul. the broken car, dentist, lack of working etc. My seeming to be next to useless in solving them, not doing anything just waiting was grating on me. not heavily, just as it is in reality. a background dissatisfaction and lack of self empowerment. But not spelled out so cheesy. an emotion not a thought. So I got up and said I had to go to the bathroom or go smoke, and went out into the hall. Right away I found that the halls would connect between modern and practical currently used spaces, empty ornate rooms, indoor plazas, commercial venues, etc. Some were full of people, and some had none at all. Where one led to the other made no real logical sense. Depended on who was stepping through doors. So old buildings would be inside part of new ones etc. Wandering like this a bit, I found what seemed to be a place geared towards helping people (like me).
It was county services to homeless and destitute, drug addicts, cast offs. There were 5 or six heavy plastic knife proof windows and a waiting room full of shabby worn out blue upholstered waiting room chairs and side tables. A TV on the wall, like a hospital waiting room in an ER but a county office. I noticed the homeless guy, (epic beard man) some junkies, maybe a prostitute or two all spaced out as far from each other as they could be, just waiting in that room as bored as I was in the lawyer office one. but also wary of each other. Well this seemed like a place that could help even me. I sat to wait as far away as they were from each other as well. The TV blurted on and my field of vision was drawn to the exclusion of all else. Rather then a program, it was a information commercial made by the social services department. It was promoting the charitable donate a car receive a car if you re in need for 100$ program. Well I think I had 100$, and it was exactly something I had been looking for I thought. Like wow I didn’t know before. The information as contained din flyers in the office it said. So I looked and now on the side tables worn plastic flyer holders filled with the single sheet Xeroxed handouts. I watched them fill. I looked and noticed how badly printed they were, from toner cartridge almost out of ink. and on faded blue paper made it hard to read. I looked around at info on other services. I went to reach for one of the flyers and got intercepted. The junkies were scrambling to be the first to grab the information, like it was a race. A junkie/prostitute whatever stood just a bit in front of me on the other side of the table. Telling me she needs it more, she has to be the first to have it. For me to let her take it and me not to take one. There was implied threat and offers in it. The smell was overwhelming. It smelled like old sausage logs and warm cheese. I said I don’t think so. there plenty of handouts, it not a race, you take yours and ill take one for myself. This made them all angry and territorial. I ignored her and the smell and took one. I couldn’t even hardly read it. I didn’t want to wait here and do so. I folded it sloppily and put it in a pocket. But epic beard man had been watching and had moved his chair to semi block the exit. He began speaking normal, ranting then crying but was saying the same thing. about him needing to be first, about his poor momma that died, pulling out photos from his wallet, etc. Kind of ranting all over. Anyway he mad it clear that if I didn’t sit down play by the "rules" and let HIM leave first with the mimeographed handout, he would beat my ass like he did the gouks (the characters non PC words not mine) in Nam. I looked dot the windows full of bored almost statue like employees. but they sat with bored looks on their faces ignoring everything with practiced contempt and indifference, and boredom. Like Typical county window workers
Crazy man and junkies in my face began to make me annoyed. I ranted back. About the siege of Arbil, (Kurdistan/Iraq 1000 bc) my own time in nam, how many people I myself had speared etc. matching and one upping his threats and claims. He kept at it then stopped. And started crying. He said maybe you are the tougher, please be the tougher, be Rambo! Maybe you will kill me and I can be released from my torment. Kill me with your combat knife! in a lucid tear strewn moment. then he began crying more and ranting. and I was really disturbed and sick and just wanted to leave. I had no combat knife, and am not nor was i in context a scared veteran. I said ACK enough! and waved with a head turned and hand up in dismissal at everything in t here and just walked past him really wanting to leave and wash that memory off my skin. and the smell. It took forever to actually transit the open doorway. like a vast space on a moment of time and an abrupt transition. An instant transition but allot of time for the emotions of that tatty "help" room to become memories.
And I was instantly in a vast, pitch black space that gave the impression of an auditorium. I had entered from next to a large movie screen or curtain, that didn’t give light but was seen with the intensity of a faint afterimage when one rubs closed eyes. Their was very faintly playing some Japanese anime intro style song or like an old cartoon introduction, but it was long playing. Instantly I heard not quite voices with the impression being run go back leave your not welcome etc as a part of from with the music. the darkness was absolute, I just had the impression of things in the darkness, like dark afterimages in darkness. negative illumination of seats and a gallery etc. I tried to back up through the door and I hit a nook in a wall. there was no door. I couldn’t see anything so I slumped down small in the warnings and hugged my knees trying to be as small and still as possible. Much like a mouse huddling in the corner. The music got more intense not louder, and the voices warnings and then it went to electric silence. A voice female voice rang out, with he control of a voice actor. You! Why are you in here, your ruining the recording! and from high above something approached. I couldn’t exactly see it, or make out a form. Blue sparks or sparkles, but no illumination. not even a break in the darkness as it rushed at high speed towards me. I could see it but not. The impression was of chaotic and angry, and maybe beautiful like a fairy or something but also no real form. It came at me seeming so huge as I huddled. You! You ruined my Session! Little troll! I was lifted like a mouse on a board up into the air. EEEK! My flowers! you crushed my flowers! Your RUINED EVERYTHING! I looked down over twittering whiskers and I could see, in the alcove where the door had been, some white tulips and red ones. My butt had flattened the white ones. it was a bouquet laid out...no they were single flowers left as offerings? like at a tomb? At a memorial pilgrimage site. You Monster! You vile little vermin! I was dropped back down and the angry swirling non form had two very angry sharp female anime eyes peering at me like daggers. I will kill you! I will destroy you! this will be the last move for you, Karaoke-MA blast! like a bad cartoon vocalized kung foo move. EEEEEk! said I, the little mouse!
But the story paused, and the narrator put down the book, and spoke into the screen. Sitting in a high-backed chair like on an old masterpiece theatre. "But this was not the end of our hero, for when he removed the thorn from the lions paw, a whish was granted by the grateful king. The little mouse had forgotten, that in the pocket of his out of date cargo pants, he held the cedar box (Aslan?) had given him in gratitude. So even as Pretty Princess Goddess Sparkle Bright angel fire the 31/2.2227.4 the second Reached out to blast the frightened little mouse for ruining her recording party, the box rose out of the little mouse’s pocket. From it a single Star rose, a single wish! the wish of the king to protect his little benefactor, the humble mouse. that whish rose like the north star, and knew what it must do. In an instant the sparkle princesses anger and hate turned to love and affection, for as we all know, such switches and changes are a normal sort of magic. With this the image focused back on the ball of sparks whose eyes went from fierce to wide and be smitten. Oh your such a good little mouse! I was no longer a mouse, and a mouth and lips went down to awkwardly smooch my own. And your mouth tastes of stale cigarettes and coffee...and tooth decay! Its so yummy! In the voice of the little mouse, out the free corner rof my mouth a long and forlorn Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek! rang out into the fading scene.
And the narrator continued. The image became of an oil painting of the city, a cartoon like one like an illustration from a children’s book like the polar express painted by Monet. A living animated picture of a comet putting off blue sparks slowly flying over the night sky under the moon, with the north star or a star shining brightly like a diamond above it all. "And so the fairy pretty princess took the little mouse to her flying pink cottage in the sky, and for a week and a day held him as her one true love. But, as immortal fairy pretty princesses are prone to do, her fixation wandered to different things, and the little mouse again a man, found himself sitting on the curb.
I was sitting on the sidewalk, around 7pm with the sun just having gone down and the last faint light being replaced by the stars of a warm summers night. Shoppers and couples were strolling past, looking down at me as they went to have dinner or take in a show. I was next to a terracotta fountain, on the closed shopping street full of restaurants and shops by the mission in like space. I felt kind of...grungy. I was covered in blue sparkles like glitter, or like the sugar crumbs from a decorated sugar cookie. the little sugar crystals. I rubbed my mouth and I breathed in a bunch. licked my lip and a bunch went down my throught, tasted like sugar. was messy. So I stood up and started brushing myself, blue sparkles falling to the ground, and into the fountain. I cupped my hand and watched glitter fall into he fountain, and got a handful of water to splash and rub my face. What the heck just happened...was I? Bad touch? sprinkled with spices? a mouse? Kung foo? I was very befuddled and slightly...amused.
Before I had a chance to move or walked way or do anything A voice approached me from behind.
"what’s up my shizzy motha brother from another mother! What’s up!" What now I thought. I turned to see a large black guy in his mid twenties hands up in he air fingers curved saying What’s up man! Uhhh...hello. You just got dropped of from your ride...I saw, I can see, im special like that. I see you just rode the pretty princess express of loooove! Hell ya bro! (I did before too hehe). that was ahh...very repugnant. oh ****. I really needed to wash up now. Maybe a nice battery acid bath would do the trick. Spike melting at the end of the gremlins seemed clean enough. But rerun or the fat kid from good burger kept on talking. Forget the water bro, you need some brews! come with me meet your new crew! Ahh...sure. I guess. Dude...where is my point of focus origin. Very confused. He led me by his arm on my shoulder, though the crowd. Coming through. New zoo review! Friends and family too what what. Yea biatches MOOOOOVE. He led me with an arm around my shoulder to a casual dining restaurant. The outside patio area by the street. "pull up a seat bro! and I slid in a booth and he sat next to me. "Yo let me introduce you to my boys, the rough riders! (All three gave the impression of frat boys just out of college who didn’t want to grow up) An in unison hell yea! from the man and the two guys on the other side of the booth ended in a group high five. Yo man you hungry, eat! and pushed d plate of appetizers towards me. I took a cheese stick or twice baked potato that looked old and was cold it was kind of foul in my mouth. Yo man you one of us....order a drink. Don’t worry about money, rough riderz special people don’t got to pay for ****! all three said **** in unison with another over the table high five. Well ok. Other patrons in the patio were staring and complaining about the noise. Some were asking why they get free drinks and food. A couple of waitresses held menus across their chests and gave disgusted looks. I listened to one tell a middle aged gentlemen. "Oh no they get to be loud and act like fools and not pay. They don’t tip, they don’t have a dime between them. The boss says to give them what they want because they are "Special" boys." besides, we just give them what people send back and watery drinks. hehe. She said her voice dripping disgust and sarcasm...and a bit of envy.
The fat guy was talking to me again. "As soon as I saw you sitting there I knew you were one of us bro. He then pointed to some sparkle I still had on my shirt. The dust don’t lie! The other two guys chimed again in unison on that. One of them said as an aside. "I have a piece of sparkle too". But they were the big guys flunkies. I noticed his shirt had a small amount of the sparkle on it I hadn’t noticed before. An old couple came up to us and asked, we are sorry, and we don’t mean to be rude, but HOW exactly are you gentleman special? How does one get free food and drink? This time I felt in the groove of the Hench guys. All three of us blurted out in over loud voices. ITs a black THANG! Hell yea! They were not black, nor was I. the old couple looked miffed and like they smelled a rotten egg, and walked off. The big guy was hiding his face at that. He was black. At the next booth over, Spike lee, Malcolm X and Lois faricon were eating banana cream pie. They had all stopped and were glaring, trying to decide if they were offended or not. finally they all chuckled shook their heads and went back to their creamy pies. The big guy was still hiding his face, and whispered in a small voice "Now those guys are going to want to kick my ass even more" to himself. Well im sitting there getting abit more comfortable, and starting to feel hungry. I reach for a cheese stick and bite into it, Not even being bothered it was cold, and old and greasy. Woe hold up bro! One of them had snatched the half eaten cheese stick right out of my hand. Hey bro, your special is wearing off! I looked at the table and bits of glitter had been falling off, now I barely had any left on me. The big guy said tisk tisk, that’s what happens, it wears off hah! I looked a this shirt he still had all his, which were now more then mine. I said how come you still...? I didn’t get tot finish between all three of the buffoons said "SPRAY STARTCH!" in unison, and re-starched the bosses shirt. I could see the boss flicking bits of fairy sparkle he had got from my shoulder, where I sat back on the booth and adding them to his shirt. Squirt squirt and a mist of stinky starch to hold it. But I asked, how about your other shirts, what about laundry? They all started laughing and he said "Maaaan, bro, I haven’t CHANGED this shirt in 40 years!" "Wash my shirt, they all laughed like I as the most stupid dumbass ever. I mumbled something like, you also haven’t grown up or gotten older in 40 years to myself. or I thought it. He heard it somehow. What? What? tisk tisk brosiki. Go find your special and we will starch your shirt too.
He led me to the fountain where he found me, and I looked and could see sparkles like flecks of gold in a stream. Now I needed to find them to wear. So I reached into my pocket and found a 3x5 card I had written some notes on at some point. From that week and a day? I didn’t even look I put it into the water to scoop s many sparkle onto it as I could. As I worked, a small crowd gathered around. What’s that man doing? Looks like a fool! is he stealing change? A group of poindexter scientists got excite pointing at what seemed to be sparkles on my card marveling. What is that? why can we only see them on the card? debating optical illusions and nuclear particles. As the professors would poke at the particles they would wash off. I was getting annoyed, and wet, squatting in the fountain. A larger and larger crowd was gathering. the frat rowdy boyz had left. I looked up to s ee them pulling way in a convertible, which on closer inspection was old and beat up. Dang, those guys got one of those 100$ cars already! Latter broski they laughed as they sped away. I felt a cardboard gas station drink cup bounce off my head as they sped away laughing. I crouched there not thinking about the stupid sparkles. I saw how as I was in the fountain they had gone with a little broom and dustpan and gathered all the sparkles I had shed and taken off. That fool didn’t know jack about the pretty fairy princess. he just stole the dust he could find, the magic, for someone. Not that knowing was anything to be proud about. well damn. The crowd was gathering, and police were starting to come over. I left the pond, and the card, in the water. I looked at it one last time. Instead of notes it was maybe the joker from a deck of cards or the fool card. Felt about right. With as much dignity as I could muster, I left the fountain, shook my arms and legs dry, and remembered my family in the office my trying to get back. So I picked a set of doors that looked right and walked in.
It was the same theatre. but now instead of dark impression of form, it was a real stadium theatre. A sad looking banner hanging from the ceiling was welcoming the 20th annual pretty glitter princess fan club to their annual convention. I looked around and saw lots of women in heir 40's and their daughters, dressed up for a really sad version of gencon in fairy princess outfits. Or mostly their daughters who they made do it so they could be cute through them. I asked "oh man why me?" and looked around. I saw no other way out, the door that had disappeared, just the decorative alcove now full of heart balloons. So I sat to wait see what happened. Maybe fairy princess would come back and I could say hello and ask about the door? maybe I could get some sprinkles...nah...just the door. as I sat trying to be invisible the small crowd got more and more disgusted by my presence. Who is that creepy man mommy? Moms saying why is It in here? I didn’t notice any daddies, nor did I imagine there were many happily married or employed mothers in the room. Or fitness fanatics for that matter. Snarky! So a space cleared around me of catty nasty glares and comments. I willed myself small and still but apparently to no effect. I was wondering when the show would start so I could get some answers or at least catch a doorway opening. then through the theatre doors strode the tallest, fattest, meanest looking women one could ever imagine.
she had three snot nosed daughters with her. One of them pointed and screamed Mommy! that nasty homeless man is in your seat! I followed her pointing finger and lifted my own, and pointed at myself. gulp. She screamed no he’s fucking not! and started tearing up seats charging like a rhino to get me. Be a mouse be a mouse! I thought, but to no avail. I guess that only works in the darkness below reality or wherever that theatre aspect lies. Maybe the far side of the screen. ****! She started pummeling my head and scratching with cheap nail claws. She too smelled, but not of sausage and cheese, but of TV dinners and taco bell. when she stopped satisfied I saw my head swell up like a bobble head doll, three times normal size. owe! man. I don’t know how long that beating lasted. next thing I knew their were police in the building and people pointing at me. that leader of the fan club was gone. I guess no special showing of the pretty princess musical film that day. I saw the officer beckon to me so I came to give my report. I tried to speak but I lisped through swollen lips in a creaky high pitched, stereotype Japanese or Chinese accent (Due to injuries) Of course the officer was Asian, and spoke in a normal unaccented voice. So I started to tell the story I rwas rshitting I rrrchair arrrnd......he said wait. one moment. So you were shitting in your hair. Nrrrrow! I rrrwwwas rrritting rrrin rrrrthe rrrrchair and... one second. I pulled half of a lee press on nail that was lodge din my swollen lip out and tried again. The officer looked annoyed and said he didn’t find my Asian stereotyping funny, he was born here and had a college degree thank you very much Mr. Dangerfield. I said rrrroooo rrrrnnnooo its....
I said ARRRRRHHH frrrruck rrrrit! and went out the front theatre door frustrated and annoyed. When I passed through the doorway my head and clothes were back to normal. No bits of backroom hair extenders or press on nails embedded in my face. wheeew! no sparkles on my clothes. Back to normalish. I saw the sun had gone down a bit since I went in with my parents. I looked across the parking lot and saw my parents and sister coming looking slightly relieved and annoyed. I smiled and waved and walked towards them. My sister asked Andrew where did you go? We waited a bit for you inside then decided to wait in the car for you. Its been like more then half an hour since you left. I looked around yea it had been only that long. the theatre front was gone restaurants and fountains. just a dreary normal the way it is irl street by that building. As we started walking my parents were talking about needing to stop at the store to buy dinner getting home in time to feed the dogs etc. what a relief! So I smiled a bit and remembered the flyer from the office about the 100$ cars. I took it out of my pocket and showed my sister saying "did you know since we are poor we can get a car that works for cheap? she said let me see this...she said heh no its a scam. If you are referred by a charity you can. Everyone else pays 5 thousand or more total in insanely high monthly payments for a 2o year old beater worth no more then thousand dollars. anyway, you don’t qualify as poor enough anyway. heh.
I stopped walking and crumpled up the cheap mimogrammed flyer. All I remember saying was "Well ****"
As I woke I passed the narrators starting again he was talking about this concludes the adventures of xxxxxxxx kikikikikikiki dddddddddd in eeeeeee mmmmmmmmm eeeeeeeee from the book ddddddddd lllllllllllddddddd by wwwwwwwwwwweeeeeeeeefccccccc tune in next evening and god bless. real faint. I didn’t hear any of the names or tittles I wasn’t able to make sense of them or wasn’t supposed toknow them. Also, in the space between leaving and waking, I had started laughing very loud into my pillow. as I woke I was saying oh man and laughing out loud. My neck felt like somebody had tried to snap it, and my face was partially numb my lip had been caught on a tooth etc I felt as bad as if it had all just happened for a few minutes. At least I was laughing
Well, last night when I finally began to shuffle off to bed I felt weird as well. Strangely energized and not tired, but also normally tired and wanting to sleep. Whatever sick I had has downgraded to an occasional cough no more chills and foggy head so that wasn’t it. As I lay down and seriously tried to sleep, I had the impression. You know the waves of weary or relaxation that begin as one drifts off? these started before I was even heavy in my eyelids. The sensation was of those waves coming out like sheets of tin roofing material, and hanging solid in the air around me. Not heavy, light like foam and contouring to my head. It also did not bring on relaxation or a soothing feeling. It just was, heavy in the air, so heavy id open my eyes half expecting to see them, but everything was normal. so I just let it go and in that went to sleep.
The dream must have started right away after that. It seemed normal enough. I had gotten dressed up half nicely, to go with my parents and my sister and brother to a county office building in what seemed like riverside, California. this building is next to the old mission in and is a regular modern government office mid-rise building irl. The mission inn is a old Hollywood golden era style resort built to look like a mission full of imported lattice ironwork, covered in vines etc that altogether takes up a city block. there are shops and closed pedestrian streets around it etc. County courts, cps, government are all in that downtown area. My parents were going to wait to see an official in one of the offices about some sort of property transfer, or taxes. Not in trouble, to get something done that was a modest enrichment. So I sat with them in a waiting room in the office building, we were by ourselves. The wait was very long, and no one had anything to talk about. And as they waited all the problems around were heavy on my soul. the broken car, dentist, lack of working etc. My seeming to be next to useless in solving them, not doing anything just waiting was grating on me. not heavily, just as it is in reality. a background dissatisfaction and lack of self empowerment. But not spelled out so cheesy. an emotion not a thought. So I got up and said I had to go to the bathroom or go smoke, and went out into the hall. Right away I found that the halls would connect between modern and practical currently used spaces, empty ornate rooms, indoor plazas, commercial venues, etc. Some were full of people, and some had none at all. Where one led to the other made no real logical sense. Depended on who was stepping through doors. So old buildings would be inside part of new ones etc. Wandering like this a bit, I found what seemed to be a place geared towards helping people (like me).
It was county services to homeless and destitute, drug addicts, cast offs. There were 5 or six heavy plastic knife proof windows and a waiting room full of shabby worn out blue upholstered waiting room chairs and side tables. A TV on the wall, like a hospital waiting room in an ER but a county office. I noticed the homeless guy, (epic beard man) some junkies, maybe a prostitute or two all spaced out as far from each other as they could be, just waiting in that room as bored as I was in the lawyer office one. but also wary of each other. Well this seemed like a place that could help even me. I sat to wait as far away as they were from each other as well. The TV blurted on and my field of vision was drawn to the exclusion of all else. Rather then a program, it was a information commercial made by the social services department. It was promoting the charitable donate a car receive a car if you re in need for 100$ program. Well I think I had 100$, and it was exactly something I had been looking for I thought. Like wow I didn’t know before. The information as contained din flyers in the office it said. So I looked and now on the side tables worn plastic flyer holders filled with the single sheet Xeroxed handouts. I watched them fill. I looked and noticed how badly printed they were, from toner cartridge almost out of ink. and on faded blue paper made it hard to read. I looked around at info on other services. I went to reach for one of the flyers and got intercepted. The junkies were scrambling to be the first to grab the information, like it was a race. A junkie/prostitute whatever stood just a bit in front of me on the other side of the table. Telling me she needs it more, she has to be the first to have it. For me to let her take it and me not to take one. There was implied threat and offers in it. The smell was overwhelming. It smelled like old sausage logs and warm cheese. I said I don’t think so. there plenty of handouts, it not a race, you take yours and ill take one for myself. This made them all angry and territorial. I ignored her and the smell and took one. I couldn’t even hardly read it. I didn’t want to wait here and do so. I folded it sloppily and put it in a pocket. But epic beard man had been watching and had moved his chair to semi block the exit. He began speaking normal, ranting then crying but was saying the same thing. about him needing to be first, about his poor momma that died, pulling out photos from his wallet, etc. Kind of ranting all over. Anyway he mad it clear that if I didn’t sit down play by the "rules" and let HIM leave first with the mimeographed handout, he would beat my ass like he did the gouks (the characters non PC words not mine) in Nam. I looked dot the windows full of bored almost statue like employees. but they sat with bored looks on their faces ignoring everything with practiced contempt and indifference, and boredom. Like Typical county window workers
Crazy man and junkies in my face began to make me annoyed. I ranted back. About the siege of Arbil, (Kurdistan/Iraq 1000 bc) my own time in nam, how many people I myself had speared etc. matching and one upping his threats and claims. He kept at it then stopped. And started crying. He said maybe you are the tougher, please be the tougher, be Rambo! Maybe you will kill me and I can be released from my torment. Kill me with your combat knife! in a lucid tear strewn moment. then he began crying more and ranting. and I was really disturbed and sick and just wanted to leave. I had no combat knife, and am not nor was i in context a scared veteran. I said ACK enough! and waved with a head turned and hand up in dismissal at everything in t here and just walked past him really wanting to leave and wash that memory off my skin. and the smell. It took forever to actually transit the open doorway. like a vast space on a moment of time and an abrupt transition. An instant transition but allot of time for the emotions of that tatty "help" room to become memories.
And I was instantly in a vast, pitch black space that gave the impression of an auditorium. I had entered from next to a large movie screen or curtain, that didn’t give light but was seen with the intensity of a faint afterimage when one rubs closed eyes. Their was very faintly playing some Japanese anime intro style song or like an old cartoon introduction, but it was long playing. Instantly I heard not quite voices with the impression being run go back leave your not welcome etc as a part of from with the music. the darkness was absolute, I just had the impression of things in the darkness, like dark afterimages in darkness. negative illumination of seats and a gallery etc. I tried to back up through the door and I hit a nook in a wall. there was no door. I couldn’t see anything so I slumped down small in the warnings and hugged my knees trying to be as small and still as possible. Much like a mouse huddling in the corner. The music got more intense not louder, and the voices warnings and then it went to electric silence. A voice female voice rang out, with he control of a voice actor. You! Why are you in here, your ruining the recording! and from high above something approached. I couldn’t exactly see it, or make out a form. Blue sparks or sparkles, but no illumination. not even a break in the darkness as it rushed at high speed towards me. I could see it but not. The impression was of chaotic and angry, and maybe beautiful like a fairy or something but also no real form. It came at me seeming so huge as I huddled. You! You ruined my Session! Little troll! I was lifted like a mouse on a board up into the air. EEEK! My flowers! you crushed my flowers! Your RUINED EVERYTHING! I looked down over twittering whiskers and I could see, in the alcove where the door had been, some white tulips and red ones. My butt had flattened the white ones. it was a bouquet laid out...no they were single flowers left as offerings? like at a tomb? At a memorial pilgrimage site. You Monster! You vile little vermin! I was dropped back down and the angry swirling non form had two very angry sharp female anime eyes peering at me like daggers. I will kill you! I will destroy you! this will be the last move for you, Karaoke-MA blast! like a bad cartoon vocalized kung foo move. EEEEEk! said I, the little mouse!
But the story paused, and the narrator put down the book, and spoke into the screen. Sitting in a high-backed chair like on an old masterpiece theatre. "But this was not the end of our hero, for when he removed the thorn from the lions paw, a whish was granted by the grateful king. The little mouse had forgotten, that in the pocket of his out of date cargo pants, he held the cedar box (Aslan?) had given him in gratitude. So even as Pretty Princess Goddess Sparkle Bright angel fire the 31/2.2227.4 the second Reached out to blast the frightened little mouse for ruining her recording party, the box rose out of the little mouse’s pocket. From it a single Star rose, a single wish! the wish of the king to protect his little benefactor, the humble mouse. that whish rose like the north star, and knew what it must do. In an instant the sparkle princesses anger and hate turned to love and affection, for as we all know, such switches and changes are a normal sort of magic. With this the image focused back on the ball of sparks whose eyes went from fierce to wide and be smitten. Oh your such a good little mouse! I was no longer a mouse, and a mouth and lips went down to awkwardly smooch my own. And your mouth tastes of stale cigarettes and coffee...and tooth decay! Its so yummy! In the voice of the little mouse, out the free corner rof my mouth a long and forlorn Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek! rang out into the fading scene.
And the narrator continued. The image became of an oil painting of the city, a cartoon like one like an illustration from a children’s book like the polar express painted by Monet. A living animated picture of a comet putting off blue sparks slowly flying over the night sky under the moon, with the north star or a star shining brightly like a diamond above it all. "And so the fairy pretty princess took the little mouse to her flying pink cottage in the sky, and for a week and a day held him as her one true love. But, as immortal fairy pretty princesses are prone to do, her fixation wandered to different things, and the little mouse again a man, found himself sitting on the curb.
I was sitting on the sidewalk, around 7pm with the sun just having gone down and the last faint light being replaced by the stars of a warm summers night. Shoppers and couples were strolling past, looking down at me as they went to have dinner or take in a show. I was next to a terracotta fountain, on the closed shopping street full of restaurants and shops by the mission in like space. I felt kind of...grungy. I was covered in blue sparkles like glitter, or like the sugar crumbs from a decorated sugar cookie. the little sugar crystals. I rubbed my mouth and I breathed in a bunch. licked my lip and a bunch went down my throught, tasted like sugar. was messy. So I stood up and started brushing myself, blue sparkles falling to the ground, and into the fountain. I cupped my hand and watched glitter fall into he fountain, and got a handful of water to splash and rub my face. What the heck just happened...was I? Bad touch? sprinkled with spices? a mouse? Kung foo? I was very befuddled and slightly...amused.
Before I had a chance to move or walked way or do anything A voice approached me from behind.
"what’s up my shizzy motha brother from another mother! What’s up!" What now I thought. I turned to see a large black guy in his mid twenties hands up in he air fingers curved saying What’s up man! Uhhh...hello. You just got dropped of from your ride...I saw, I can see, im special like that. I see you just rode the pretty princess express of loooove! Hell ya bro! (I did before too hehe). that was ahh...very repugnant. oh ****. I really needed to wash up now. Maybe a nice battery acid bath would do the trick. Spike melting at the end of the gremlins seemed clean enough. But rerun or the fat kid from good burger kept on talking. Forget the water bro, you need some brews! come with me meet your new crew! Ahh...sure. I guess. Dude...where is my point of focus origin. Very confused. He led me by his arm on my shoulder, though the crowd. Coming through. New zoo review! Friends and family too what what. Yea biatches MOOOOOVE. He led me with an arm around my shoulder to a casual dining restaurant. The outside patio area by the street. "pull up a seat bro! and I slid in a booth and he sat next to me. "Yo let me introduce you to my boys, the rough riders! (All three gave the impression of frat boys just out of college who didn’t want to grow up) An in unison hell yea! from the man and the two guys on the other side of the booth ended in a group high five. Yo man you hungry, eat! and pushed d plate of appetizers towards me. I took a cheese stick or twice baked potato that looked old and was cold it was kind of foul in my mouth. Yo man you one of us....order a drink. Don’t worry about money, rough riderz special people don’t got to pay for ****! all three said **** in unison with another over the table high five. Well ok. Other patrons in the patio were staring and complaining about the noise. Some were asking why they get free drinks and food. A couple of waitresses held menus across their chests and gave disgusted looks. I listened to one tell a middle aged gentlemen. "Oh no they get to be loud and act like fools and not pay. They don’t tip, they don’t have a dime between them. The boss says to give them what they want because they are "Special" boys." besides, we just give them what people send back and watery drinks. hehe. She said her voice dripping disgust and sarcasm...and a bit of envy.
The fat guy was talking to me again. "As soon as I saw you sitting there I knew you were one of us bro. He then pointed to some sparkle I still had on my shirt. The dust don’t lie! The other two guys chimed again in unison on that. One of them said as an aside. "I have a piece of sparkle too". But they were the big guys flunkies. I noticed his shirt had a small amount of the sparkle on it I hadn’t noticed before. An old couple came up to us and asked, we are sorry, and we don’t mean to be rude, but HOW exactly are you gentleman special? How does one get free food and drink? This time I felt in the groove of the Hench guys. All three of us blurted out in over loud voices. ITs a black THANG! Hell yea! They were not black, nor was I. the old couple looked miffed and like they smelled a rotten egg, and walked off. The big guy was hiding his face at that. He was black. At the next booth over, Spike lee, Malcolm X and Lois faricon were eating banana cream pie. They had all stopped and were glaring, trying to decide if they were offended or not. finally they all chuckled shook their heads and went back to their creamy pies. The big guy was still hiding his face, and whispered in a small voice "Now those guys are going to want to kick my ass even more" to himself. Well im sitting there getting abit more comfortable, and starting to feel hungry. I reach for a cheese stick and bite into it, Not even being bothered it was cold, and old and greasy. Woe hold up bro! One of them had snatched the half eaten cheese stick right out of my hand. Hey bro, your special is wearing off! I looked at the table and bits of glitter had been falling off, now I barely had any left on me. The big guy said tisk tisk, that’s what happens, it wears off hah! I looked a this shirt he still had all his, which were now more then mine. I said how come you still...? I didn’t get tot finish between all three of the buffoons said "SPRAY STARTCH!" in unison, and re-starched the bosses shirt. I could see the boss flicking bits of fairy sparkle he had got from my shoulder, where I sat back on the booth and adding them to his shirt. Squirt squirt and a mist of stinky starch to hold it. But I asked, how about your other shirts, what about laundry? They all started laughing and he said "Maaaan, bro, I haven’t CHANGED this shirt in 40 years!" "Wash my shirt, they all laughed like I as the most stupid dumbass ever. I mumbled something like, you also haven’t grown up or gotten older in 40 years to myself. or I thought it. He heard it somehow. What? What? tisk tisk brosiki. Go find your special and we will starch your shirt too.
He led me to the fountain where he found me, and I looked and could see sparkles like flecks of gold in a stream. Now I needed to find them to wear. So I reached into my pocket and found a 3x5 card I had written some notes on at some point. From that week and a day? I didn’t even look I put it into the water to scoop s many sparkle onto it as I could. As I worked, a small crowd gathered around. What’s that man doing? Looks like a fool! is he stealing change? A group of poindexter scientists got excite pointing at what seemed to be sparkles on my card marveling. What is that? why can we only see them on the card? debating optical illusions and nuclear particles. As the professors would poke at the particles they would wash off. I was getting annoyed, and wet, squatting in the fountain. A larger and larger crowd was gathering. the frat rowdy boyz had left. I looked up to s ee them pulling way in a convertible, which on closer inspection was old and beat up. Dang, those guys got one of those 100$ cars already! Latter broski they laughed as they sped away. I felt a cardboard gas station drink cup bounce off my head as they sped away laughing. I crouched there not thinking about the stupid sparkles. I saw how as I was in the fountain they had gone with a little broom and dustpan and gathered all the sparkles I had shed and taken off. That fool didn’t know jack about the pretty fairy princess. he just stole the dust he could find, the magic, for someone. Not that knowing was anything to be proud about. well damn. The crowd was gathering, and police were starting to come over. I left the pond, and the card, in the water. I looked at it one last time. Instead of notes it was maybe the joker from a deck of cards or the fool card. Felt about right. With as much dignity as I could muster, I left the fountain, shook my arms and legs dry, and remembered my family in the office my trying to get back. So I picked a set of doors that looked right and walked in.
It was the same theatre. but now instead of dark impression of form, it was a real stadium theatre. A sad looking banner hanging from the ceiling was welcoming the 20th annual pretty glitter princess fan club to their annual convention. I looked around and saw lots of women in heir 40's and their daughters, dressed up for a really sad version of gencon in fairy princess outfits. Or mostly their daughters who they made do it so they could be cute through them. I asked "oh man why me?" and looked around. I saw no other way out, the door that had disappeared, just the decorative alcove now full of heart balloons. So I sat to wait see what happened. Maybe fairy princess would come back and I could say hello and ask about the door? maybe I could get some sprinkles...nah...just the door. as I sat trying to be invisible the small crowd got more and more disgusted by my presence. Who is that creepy man mommy? Moms saying why is It in here? I didn’t notice any daddies, nor did I imagine there were many happily married or employed mothers in the room. Or fitness fanatics for that matter. Snarky! So a space cleared around me of catty nasty glares and comments. I willed myself small and still but apparently to no effect. I was wondering when the show would start so I could get some answers or at least catch a doorway opening. then through the theatre doors strode the tallest, fattest, meanest looking women one could ever imagine.
she had three snot nosed daughters with her. One of them pointed and screamed Mommy! that nasty homeless man is in your seat! I followed her pointing finger and lifted my own, and pointed at myself. gulp. She screamed no he’s fucking not! and started tearing up seats charging like a rhino to get me. Be a mouse be a mouse! I thought, but to no avail. I guess that only works in the darkness below reality or wherever that theatre aspect lies. Maybe the far side of the screen. ****! She started pummeling my head and scratching with cheap nail claws. She too smelled, but not of sausage and cheese, but of TV dinners and taco bell. when she stopped satisfied I saw my head swell up like a bobble head doll, three times normal size. owe! man. I don’t know how long that beating lasted. next thing I knew their were police in the building and people pointing at me. that leader of the fan club was gone. I guess no special showing of the pretty princess musical film that day. I saw the officer beckon to me so I came to give my report. I tried to speak but I lisped through swollen lips in a creaky high pitched, stereotype Japanese or Chinese accent (Due to injuries) Of course the officer was Asian, and spoke in a normal unaccented voice. So I started to tell the story I rwas rshitting I rrrchair arrrnd......he said wait. one moment. So you were shitting in your hair. Nrrrrow! I rrrwwwas rrritting rrrin rrrrthe rrrrchair and... one second. I pulled half of a lee press on nail that was lodge din my swollen lip out and tried again. The officer looked annoyed and said he didn’t find my Asian stereotyping funny, he was born here and had a college degree thank you very much Mr. Dangerfield. I said rrrroooo rrrrnnnooo its....
I said ARRRRRHHH frrrruck rrrrit! and went out the front theatre door frustrated and annoyed. When I passed through the doorway my head and clothes were back to normal. No bits of backroom hair extenders or press on nails embedded in my face. wheeew! no sparkles on my clothes. Back to normalish. I saw the sun had gone down a bit since I went in with my parents. I looked across the parking lot and saw my parents and sister coming looking slightly relieved and annoyed. I smiled and waved and walked towards them. My sister asked Andrew where did you go? We waited a bit for you inside then decided to wait in the car for you. Its been like more then half an hour since you left. I looked around yea it had been only that long. the theatre front was gone restaurants and fountains. just a dreary normal the way it is irl street by that building. As we started walking my parents were talking about needing to stop at the store to buy dinner getting home in time to feed the dogs etc. what a relief! So I smiled a bit and remembered the flyer from the office about the 100$ cars. I took it out of my pocket and showed my sister saying "did you know since we are poor we can get a car that works for cheap? she said let me see this...she said heh no its a scam. If you are referred by a charity you can. Everyone else pays 5 thousand or more total in insanely high monthly payments for a 2o year old beater worth no more then thousand dollars. anyway, you don’t qualify as poor enough anyway. heh.
I stopped walking and crumpled up the cheap mimogrammed flyer. All I remember saying was "Well ****"
As I woke I passed the narrators starting again he was talking about this concludes the adventures of xxxxxxxx kikikikikikiki dddddddddd in eeeeeee mmmmmmmmm eeeeeeeee from the book ddddddddd lllllllllllddddddd by wwwwwwwwwwweeeeeeeeefccccccc tune in next evening and god bless. real faint. I didn’t hear any of the names or tittles I wasn’t able to make sense of them or wasn’t supposed toknow them. Also, in the space between leaving and waking, I had started laughing very loud into my pillow. as I woke I was saying oh man and laughing out loud. My neck felt like somebody had tried to snap it, and my face was partially numb my lip had been caught on a tooth etc I felt as bad as if it had all just happened for a few minutes. At least I was laughing