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I usually remember my dreams, during the day I wish I could have prophetic dreams and become a guest on paranormal radio shows spreading my message of the brotherhood of man but my dreams are usually more like parables or low budget BBC movies.

The dream before the last one I barely remember but one thing lingers, a guy had an idea to turn an LP record player into a sewing machine only it would revolve at fifty thousand rpms not 33 or 45. One of my friends made me a coat, it was just the outside part and I figured I’d put a liner in eventually.

I was with a girlfriend, I just wanted to have sex with her, my needs were immediate and she wasn’t too cooperative but it seemed like the moment would come eventually and it was pleasing just being around her. We were at her parents home, and by home I mean a huge country estate, two estates actually, one was her dad’s the other her mothers. It was in the middle of a huge forest and the shade of the trees cast shadows over the high ivy covered walls of the mansions.

I joked that we should send her parents to live in Florida and we could live at the estates by ourselves, she didn’t think that was too funny. So, as a cheesy BBC drama might have it, I ended up marrying her and we had a modest house with a dark spooky forest behind us. We were in the back yard and this almost naked guy who looked liked a mythelogical satyr walked by heading to the forest. I was thinking what weirdo neighbors I had but he came over and talked about making bows, I saw that my wife had all these branches that were vaguely bow shaped but all bent differently. I picked up this ceramic thing that looked like an oversized arrowhead and said, sarcasticly, that it could be an arrow. I was suddenly suspicious of my wife and the satyr left sensing my male pride had been woonded. (I think even the novice dream interpreter could see how phallic the bows and arrows were and what a woman surrounded by them might mean).

So she cut my feet off with a chainsaw and tied me up and left me trapped under something heavy in the garden near where the spiders lived. Luckily my feet grew back or they were never actually cut off by the chainsaw incident and I got free. I could have run into the forest but decided to open the back gate and walk out into the street.

Somehow I didn’t panic the whole time, years ago such a dream would have caused me to wake up but now I just see what happens as my subconcious editor makes changes in real time. The gates had locks on them but I opened them without any problem and was walking down the street. My wife caught up with me and was talking, i wasn’t listening to her but didn’t try to stop her, eventually she ended up in front of me still talking, and I turned off to the right and walked down a hill and saw her, going the original direction walking and talking presumably thinking I was right behind her.

I had a brief  thought of calling the police and there they were at the bottom of the hill at a small restaurant with outdoor seating, the firemen were there too and they were all having a get together. I decided not to spoil their party with news of my psychopathic wife and kept on walking into the city.

It was crowded and I had to cross the road, some people stopped half way in the road but I ran across with a few others, I made small talk to one guy who ran by me "being in the city helps you run faster" he was polite and walked to a table where he was counting piles of money. I moved on, there was a bridge that looked like it was made of moving different colored garbage bags, so i walked on it, one strand of plastic lept out to strangle me but my mental editor decided that was mundane and I walked across into a valley.

Now I was a day laborer working at a residential site, a colleage remarked how we had both once been the homeowners but now we were just the help (and not given much respect) but it seemed like his problem not mine. I took a nap at the site and dreamed of my ex-wife, she was a flickering white bird. I woke up a little disorentated, woke up from the dream nap, still in the dream as a worker. Now we were finishing a huge domed building and for the first time in all the parts of the dream, it was sunny, even though we were inside the structure the sunbeams were coming down on us.

It looked like a public space, a town square or a farmers market, the paving stones were clean and there were potted plants and bronze sculptures with nice patinas. I looked up and there were steps up to the top of the glass dome with potted plants on them. A wave of water like an impossible fountain surged across the top of the steps and i was overcome by how beautiful it was and how happy and proud I was to be a part of it all.

Then I woke up and realised this was a dream that needed to be remembered.

"This Is Not The Antidote" digital paint and acrylic paint on canvas by Darren Daz Cox

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Originally posted 2008-02-24 06:58:50. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

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