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Dream Log: April 28, 2001
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idea
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by
stash
Sat Apr 28 2001 at 20:05:52
Haunted Building, Puzzle Architecture, Tantric Sex Goddess
Hanging out with my
junior high school
english teacher, Mr.
Gauche
, in a strange old building in a big city. I discover a starving kid in a bathroom stall so I call
911
. Then the kid turns into some kind of
demon
(
Tetsuo
from
Akira
-style) and takes over the building.
Led Zeppelin
is thinking of putting on a show at the same old building so they arrive and open up the front doors. The structure is now all one,
cavernous
room, the far wall and ceiling receding into perfect darkness. As the band (of whom I am a member) begins to spread out into room. After a few minutes,
ghost
s appear and torment us. We run from the building, screaming.
I'm having dinner with my dad and step-mom next door at a fancy hotel restaurant. We're waiting for a table when I see my friends Allen, Nicole and
Mario
. They invite me to come with them into the hotel where there's strange things to see. We arrive in a large room lit by
skylight
s far above and filled with delicate white architecture, almost
skeletal
. There are many thin
shute
s coming down from the ceiling with a ladder for one person in each. Lots of kids are running around and climbing up. I go up the nearest one and find that it leads up into the top of the room near the skylights. Heads pop up around me from the other shutes which come out at varying heights. There is one that comes out higher than all the others and I think that I'd like to go up that one. I come back down and realize that the
architect
s deliberately twisted the shutes all around so you can't tell which comes out where. I become
lucid
at the point and try to fly up to the top. However, I don't get quite lucid enough and fail at my
endeavor
.
Someone shows me that a pet
rabbit
's living-space volume is determined by a very specific
algorithm
. I watch a demonstration of a growing room with
sawdust
on the floor.
With
Thomas
and
Mario
, we arrive at a
San Francisco
apartment for a party. I park the car on the street outside and we unload our stuff. Thomas gets nervous when I hand him a three-foot glass
bong
to carry in along with a bag of
marijuana
so I give him a plastic bag to put them in. I'm getting stuff out of the trunk when Thomas accidently disengages the
emergency brake
. The car rolls forward a few feet and rests against the car in front before I'm able to reset the brake. Mario gets
pissed
at Thomas and yells at him. He's also mad because now we're in front of a foot-wide
red zone
which we had carefully avoided. Instead of moving the car, however, Mario just flips over the
man hole
on which the red is painted. We head towards the party door but instead follow Thomas as he knocks on the wrong door. Someone opens it and invites us in. It looks like a party but no one we know is there. People, mostly female, are lying around on the floor and couches. They're very friendly and invite us to sit down. The
vibe
in there is electric for some reason. Everyone seems really happy like they're on
ecstasy
or something. They turn on a movie and I get a better idea of what's going on as a
porn
film appears on the screen. Now I notice that most of the women are scantily clad and one even jumps up and down on the couch revealing that she wears no
underpants
under her skirt. A moment arrives and we're instructed to choose a partner. I go with the flow and discover I am
enraptured
by a dark-skinned woman standing near me. She looks half-
Latina
, half-
Indian
and I
prostrate
myself at her feet, touching them in the
Indian
style of worship. I praise her supreme beauty and
divine
aspect
. She smiles down at me and, taking my hand, leads me into a small bedroom where she describes the process I am to undertake: we shall feed each other with peppers, exquisite salads,
tabouli
, fruit juices and bits of
pork
(I make a face at this last one and confess I am
vegetarian
). At some point, a
narrative
voice takes over, describing the scene and our actions as if they were written in a holy book of
tantric sex yoga
: the feeding, the praying, the touching. As I listen to the voice, I realize that I am about to make love to no mere
mortal
, but the
immortal
form of an actual
goddess
, though I know not which. As I watch, her face transforms into the pale-dark
visage
of an Indian
deity
with that
beatific
Divine Mother
smile. She says, "I am the Goddess of Goddesses." I say, "I am the God of Godlessness," by which I meant that she was everything and I nothing, perfect complements. As the voice goes on to describe our
cosmic
union, I watch her rainbow-striped sweater become the
waveform
ed image of the universal
Om
, and that magnificent face expands to fill my vision.
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