08-03-2013, 12:01 AM
8/1-2/13 Two Deadly Perils: Work, Harvester spirit of the river.
1. Gave Disertation, was grave error, As a result, i fell from the sky through the clouds and hit the earth, making a huge crater like the meteor crater in Arizona. The error was not in speaking, the error was in proposing then being selected to actually do what it was. Curse, their was a curse from many, that the proposal was for their benefit but dont want change from set fates. I take to living in a cave, like the cave i hid in in the dream the night before. Were strange bare of leaves trees, and when the wind went through them they released a chemical like a drug, so people had visions. The natives called these the oracle caves as a result. These caves were my shelter, and the drug trees, from hostility. Sacred spot. I was fed from something, for dreaming, that i called the "blood buster". It was like a great fuzzy Condor type thing, and it opened it beak and fed me blood. Or something like it for dreaming. I knew it as blood buster, and it regurgitated energy it gathered, on its rounds. I dont like this very much. the cave is like its nest, and the trees, the weaving in dreams.
2. I leave, after time, as i am full. I forget about it, in dreaming, and am at a dream that looks like my last full time job, as a manager of a retail store. I hated that job. But whatever corporation owned it is gone, and the employees, have purchased this building, and are running a worker owned version of it. Its not as efficent, and they pay themselves higher then they should, and its based on cliques...so its hardly viable...lots of people who do nothing just collect checks. But they mean well, more or less. theya rent as hostile to me, so they ask if ill work. They dont have anyone who can run the backroom shipping/logistics, and shelves are going bare...the woman who did so has gone to another level of existance. So i say...ok, i can try i suppose. I get dresse din my old work uniform, and my old namebadge...and they say why are you wearing that...i say habit i suppose...even in a dream. This is anoying and slightly funny...but mostly anoying to them, as they hate the old uniforms and such. I go to the backroom, as i can operate the forklifts and recieve trucks, to get started, to move some old things from top rafters. I am so tired, already. I find a hidden break room, with a naping bed...i lay down...ill not take lunch, ill take a nap...just one hour i think, i need rest. I go into a sleep like death, like in the eyes of the dragon thing the other night. I wake when a co worker friend is coming in, to the break room. I am worried, i am laying naked under the single thin sheet...i hold the door closed, say wait...but i cant get clothes back on completely, so they come in and find me half naked. I say i am tired, i am very tired... i suppose i must be fired. He doesnt respond, says "tommorow is a rest day anyway". I say "Yes, but what of today, what of now and this hour and the next and the next?" He doesnt answer. I manage to get the clothes back on...they no longer really fit for some reason. back onto the sales floor, and its the man...who was like my grandfather who died earlier this year, black. And his father that dies in the 1950's. They come to talk to me. They say will talk more soon, when i join them, am dead. I ask "so i am to die shortly, then?" they nod their heads in the affirmative. This slightly worries me. I am trying to do work, then, but im so tired...i collapse in a corner, like to die, suddenly...sleepily. Im so tired i wake up...and i am really tired when i do, scrawl some notes, its not easy to go back to sleep.
3. A mystery. A strange city, in a void, shinning with inner light, but its not that vibrant somehow, seems dimmed. A space suite...i am in a space suite. The old men, they are also in spaces suites "life support". It has to do with being so tired before. A mystery to look at, but then, a misunderstanding. The old men, old sorcerers, are covered, and supported by similar suites, and they are touchy about my being in one...im not old to their eyes. They almost look like holcaust survivors...why should i have such support, the suite, when im still alive and vibrant? it offends them. But then i take off the suite, and its only my face, and hands, that are alive and young. There is a flash of lightneing, and i stand before them nude...i am a skeleton with living hands face rest is an illusion over crystal ivory bones...they can see stars through my bones, the gaps in pelvis and ribcage. But the sky here is black....but looking through can see stars. Then they understand, and stop complaining. Old people can be anoying and petty.
4. I am me, but i am very small, in form and mind like a child. I need reasurring, and attention. I am at some sort of resort, with other people, there is a pool, and tables with umbrellas, etc. A woman is sitting on a beach chair like sunbathing. She had just been talking to me, and she went away and sat and was reading. Another person comes and asks if she saw sen. She says "he is back there playing with toys or something" with a bit of frustration. I am in the child, then also another awareness looking at everything as i tend to do. Seeing this, the awareness that was outside goes to the child and tells him what it what. So the child decides "fine, then ill be grown up and powerfull, not needing attending for a bit". Now...a strange thing. The world shifts like it is animated, like a cartoon. So now everyone is cartoon rabits and animals, anthropamorphic. So then i come walking the opposite of a child...wearing tight swim trunks, and standing like seven feet tall with a buffed out chest...i did this because the woman were looking more mature too thats why they were suddenly frustrated. A grown man in that energy doesnt stop to make small talk, or ask people what they want etc...he just struts by and maybe looks back and see who follows. It worked entirely too well. So now the anthropamorphic cartoon people jump up to talk, but of cource, that over exagerated guy is too cool to speak...which makes them follow trying to get his attention more. Total reversal. We dont like how predictable and easily manipulated things are. So the puffed up me says "sorry, i have things to do" and walks out of the compound. But we are still children, so we are kinda laughing inside but hiding it. Actually, it revealed something that needed to be processed, this energy from all around. So he...I...walks out on the river. Like walking on water, not in it. Which is a shame, i thought to myselves...i totally could have done my task some more but this isnt water for wading in. the river ran close to the resort, and the big me keeps walking, then normal me like who writes followed at a distance but in constant contact with the other me. Farther along the river, it got broader, and it was swampland and forest all around. Under the water, was a great black eel...no like an octapuses arm...it couldnt grab him....it was a drowner...it grabbed beings from the water and held them under. It was female, but it was hard to say why. Finally, the tendril shot out from the water and it had two eyes and a mouth that spoke. The big me had already gotten pst where she drowns "heroes". It shyly asked if he would come with her to talk, to be captured for a bit. He says ok. They go into a strange house on stilts. The female tentacle comes up through a whole...most of her lives under the water. They chit chat and then she tells of herself. She is the drowner in the water. It was balance. She said, that "men" or "heroes" from time to time would emerge from the citys, like mythology, and to prove themselves they would inevitably quest to kill her, or master some primal force...usually trying to get on top of the "Feminine". But it seems i was playing a gag not doing that, so there was no set way to drown me/him.
Sometimes, she said, she almost feels bad for them, and lets them go after a warning or lesson. But inevitably, they come back with the trophy, and re instate the "patriarchical energy cap". If that gets out of balance, then all would die. As it is, every so often one does, but then he softens and ages, so the feminine has room to exist. But if one hero after another, came into the unknown and went back, full of life, and replaced the last one...how would the balance of human energy be preserved? It would be all testosterone, energy, all the time, vibrant. No children, no release to feminine to create more...no old. So...she does what she is there to do...culls the bucks, lets there be a few, because they shift as they age, then the cycle starts again. She kept trophys of those she took. Feathers, skull bones...not all were human she took. She asks...and her eyes get sly...perhaps i/he would want a trophy to take back? The big me was blank, and had a slow smile and laugh. "no, conversation is enough, what need of i for a trophy..." The eel tentacle lady was expectant, then she smiled too. If he had taken a trophy, she would need to take him...takeing the trophy would have been to assert conquest. then she ws whistfull, and he said time to go back, thank you for the chat. And she went back into the water. The me that records...was watching all...and then walked out ahead, and back, infront of big exagerated me. I didnt want that tentacle seeing me and pulling me under. Any guy who comes into these swamps along this river, is by default part of that game...i felt lazy...needed to get back to i can wake and write. And i did.
1. Gave Disertation, was grave error, As a result, i fell from the sky through the clouds and hit the earth, making a huge crater like the meteor crater in Arizona. The error was not in speaking, the error was in proposing then being selected to actually do what it was. Curse, their was a curse from many, that the proposal was for their benefit but dont want change from set fates. I take to living in a cave, like the cave i hid in in the dream the night before. Were strange bare of leaves trees, and when the wind went through them they released a chemical like a drug, so people had visions. The natives called these the oracle caves as a result. These caves were my shelter, and the drug trees, from hostility. Sacred spot. I was fed from something, for dreaming, that i called the "blood buster". It was like a great fuzzy Condor type thing, and it opened it beak and fed me blood. Or something like it for dreaming. I knew it as blood buster, and it regurgitated energy it gathered, on its rounds. I dont like this very much. the cave is like its nest, and the trees, the weaving in dreams.
2. I leave, after time, as i am full. I forget about it, in dreaming, and am at a dream that looks like my last full time job, as a manager of a retail store. I hated that job. But whatever corporation owned it is gone, and the employees, have purchased this building, and are running a worker owned version of it. Its not as efficent, and they pay themselves higher then they should, and its based on cliques...so its hardly viable...lots of people who do nothing just collect checks. But they mean well, more or less. theya rent as hostile to me, so they ask if ill work. They dont have anyone who can run the backroom shipping/logistics, and shelves are going bare...the woman who did so has gone to another level of existance. So i say...ok, i can try i suppose. I get dresse din my old work uniform, and my old namebadge...and they say why are you wearing that...i say habit i suppose...even in a dream. This is anoying and slightly funny...but mostly anoying to them, as they hate the old uniforms and such. I go to the backroom, as i can operate the forklifts and recieve trucks, to get started, to move some old things from top rafters. I am so tired, already. I find a hidden break room, with a naping bed...i lay down...ill not take lunch, ill take a nap...just one hour i think, i need rest. I go into a sleep like death, like in the eyes of the dragon thing the other night. I wake when a co worker friend is coming in, to the break room. I am worried, i am laying naked under the single thin sheet...i hold the door closed, say wait...but i cant get clothes back on completely, so they come in and find me half naked. I say i am tired, i am very tired... i suppose i must be fired. He doesnt respond, says "tommorow is a rest day anyway". I say "Yes, but what of today, what of now and this hour and the next and the next?" He doesnt answer. I manage to get the clothes back on...they no longer really fit for some reason. back onto the sales floor, and its the man...who was like my grandfather who died earlier this year, black. And his father that dies in the 1950's. They come to talk to me. They say will talk more soon, when i join them, am dead. I ask "so i am to die shortly, then?" they nod their heads in the affirmative. This slightly worries me. I am trying to do work, then, but im so tired...i collapse in a corner, like to die, suddenly...sleepily. Im so tired i wake up...and i am really tired when i do, scrawl some notes, its not easy to go back to sleep.
3. A mystery. A strange city, in a void, shinning with inner light, but its not that vibrant somehow, seems dimmed. A space suite...i am in a space suite. The old men, they are also in spaces suites "life support". It has to do with being so tired before. A mystery to look at, but then, a misunderstanding. The old men, old sorcerers, are covered, and supported by similar suites, and they are touchy about my being in one...im not old to their eyes. They almost look like holcaust survivors...why should i have such support, the suite, when im still alive and vibrant? it offends them. But then i take off the suite, and its only my face, and hands, that are alive and young. There is a flash of lightneing, and i stand before them nude...i am a skeleton with living hands face rest is an illusion over crystal ivory bones...they can see stars through my bones, the gaps in pelvis and ribcage. But the sky here is black....but looking through can see stars. Then they understand, and stop complaining. Old people can be anoying and petty.
4. I am me, but i am very small, in form and mind like a child. I need reasurring, and attention. I am at some sort of resort, with other people, there is a pool, and tables with umbrellas, etc. A woman is sitting on a beach chair like sunbathing. She had just been talking to me, and she went away and sat and was reading. Another person comes and asks if she saw sen. She says "he is back there playing with toys or something" with a bit of frustration. I am in the child, then also another awareness looking at everything as i tend to do. Seeing this, the awareness that was outside goes to the child and tells him what it what. So the child decides "fine, then ill be grown up and powerfull, not needing attending for a bit". Now...a strange thing. The world shifts like it is animated, like a cartoon. So now everyone is cartoon rabits and animals, anthropamorphic. So then i come walking the opposite of a child...wearing tight swim trunks, and standing like seven feet tall with a buffed out chest...i did this because the woman were looking more mature too thats why they were suddenly frustrated. A grown man in that energy doesnt stop to make small talk, or ask people what they want etc...he just struts by and maybe looks back and see who follows. It worked entirely too well. So now the anthropamorphic cartoon people jump up to talk, but of cource, that over exagerated guy is too cool to speak...which makes them follow trying to get his attention more. Total reversal. We dont like how predictable and easily manipulated things are. So the puffed up me says "sorry, i have things to do" and walks out of the compound. But we are still children, so we are kinda laughing inside but hiding it. Actually, it revealed something that needed to be processed, this energy from all around. So he...I...walks out on the river. Like walking on water, not in it. Which is a shame, i thought to myselves...i totally could have done my task some more but this isnt water for wading in. the river ran close to the resort, and the big me keeps walking, then normal me like who writes followed at a distance but in constant contact with the other me. Farther along the river, it got broader, and it was swampland and forest all around. Under the water, was a great black eel...no like an octapuses arm...it couldnt grab him....it was a drowner...it grabbed beings from the water and held them under. It was female, but it was hard to say why. Finally, the tendril shot out from the water and it had two eyes and a mouth that spoke. The big me had already gotten pst where she drowns "heroes". It shyly asked if he would come with her to talk, to be captured for a bit. He says ok. They go into a strange house on stilts. The female tentacle comes up through a whole...most of her lives under the water. They chit chat and then she tells of herself. She is the drowner in the water. It was balance. She said, that "men" or "heroes" from time to time would emerge from the citys, like mythology, and to prove themselves they would inevitably quest to kill her, or master some primal force...usually trying to get on top of the "Feminine". But it seems i was playing a gag not doing that, so there was no set way to drown me/him.
Sometimes, she said, she almost feels bad for them, and lets them go after a warning or lesson. But inevitably, they come back with the trophy, and re instate the "patriarchical energy cap". If that gets out of balance, then all would die. As it is, every so often one does, but then he softens and ages, so the feminine has room to exist. But if one hero after another, came into the unknown and went back, full of life, and replaced the last one...how would the balance of human energy be preserved? It would be all testosterone, energy, all the time, vibrant. No children, no release to feminine to create more...no old. So...she does what she is there to do...culls the bucks, lets there be a few, because they shift as they age, then the cycle starts again. She kept trophys of those she took. Feathers, skull bones...not all were human she took. She asks...and her eyes get sly...perhaps i/he would want a trophy to take back? The big me was blank, and had a slow smile and laugh. "no, conversation is enough, what need of i for a trophy..." The eel tentacle lady was expectant, then she smiled too. If he had taken a trophy, she would need to take him...takeing the trophy would have been to assert conquest. then she ws whistfull, and he said time to go back, thank you for the chat. And she went back into the water. The me that records...was watching all...and then walked out ahead, and back, infront of big exagerated me. I didnt want that tentacle seeing me and pulling me under. Any guy who comes into these swamps along this river, is by default part of that game...i felt lazy...needed to get back to i can wake and write. And i did.