the Hunter

I first remember I was hiking by myself, I was out in the desert at sunset.  I saw silhouettes of men with backpacks toward the setting Sun, and as I walked I noticed our paths will cross soon.  When they got close enough, they waved and yelled in a language I didn't know.  They all looked like they been out in the wilderness a good while, unkempt beards and hair, tired and careless apparel, all seven of them.  If you ever seen hunger, I saw it in their faces, their eyes were sunk and cheek bones prominent but not proud.  They gestured for me to follow them, and pointed at a nearby mesa.  They gestured with their hands "sleep" and I figured that's their camp, I followed.  When we got there, they had tents pitched and started a fire, then offered me some food.  I don't know what they were eating, it looked like dry Cream of Wheat before they added boiling water, but smelled funky.  Not wanting to be rude, I forced some down, then found as I looked at them that they were equally appalled. In relaxation, they shed layers of clothing and I saw they all looked emaciated.  It was kind of freaky, and I felt very out of place.  Earlier in the hike, I saw something that I thought could help (I saw this for real while hiking, is why I remembered in my dream).  I had seen a mule deer, he was old.  He had greying and splotchy hair, and I knew he had fought a lot because he had a broken antler and scars on his face.  I knew exactly where he was, and it would be a service to the gene pool if I removed the old brawler, who I figured was terrorizing the young bucks.  I had my shotgun, so I got up and left.  It was awkward, the men were confused and maybe thought I was trying to leave their hospitality, I tried my best to gesture I would be back, and I finally just left I didn't care what they thought because they would understand when I returned.  The old stag was exactly where I thought he would be, dispatching him was too easy and I carried it all the way back in the dark.  When I got back, the men were stunned, they quickly came to help me.  They said a lot of things I didn't understand with smiles and teary eyes as they processed the old deer, they were making a shitload of food.  They did everything, all I did was sit next to the fire and brew a pot of tea from Ephedra cutleri (botany skills!!!).  Then, they gave me a gift, it was a book with the cross on it, a Bible, and I was confused about the language barrier because the Bible was printed in English.  That's all I remember.

faith of a Spider

I dreamed that I was running home, I felt terror and adrenaline.  I was running from a giant, her hand reaching out for me could easily hide all of me in a fist, her hair and robe she wore were bleach white.  What was really fucking freaky was that she made no noise, no footsteps or breathing or rustle of clothing.  I got home and quickly unlocked the door, then went for the closet under the stairs because I thought it was the safest place to hide if she shoves her arm through the windows.  I felt the ground move, then the walls in the closet, then I knew she was trying to lift the building off its foundation.  I tried to calm myself, and for some reason I thought maybe if I have enough faith I could climb up the wall and cling to the ceiling so she won't find me.  I thought about it, and as the building creaked and shifted, I put my hands on the wall and climbed to the ceiling, like a spider.  The ground disappeared far below me but I clung to the ceiling, even when she shook the building to try and dump me out.  She turned the building upside down and found me, I got scared again and suddenly all that faith I had left me, I fell down (onto the ceiling) and she stuck her fingers into the closet and got me, kind of like lightly holding the last Pringle chip from the can with your fingertips.  That's all I remember.

the Lego tower

I dreamed that the mayor of a city, I don't know where, commissioned me to do an art project.  I asked a school of elementary kids to help me build a sculpture out of Legos.  The mayor was expecting something else, I guess, but since the project got so much attention because of the children, he let me continue.  I asked the kids to start building a life size skyscraper, thinking they would only build a small tower.  They were having fun, and I left them to get more Legos, I was planning to build a sculpture on the backside of the tower in secret.  The mayor said he would keep bringing in more Legos as the children needed them, so I started working on my sculpture.  As I was building, the tower that the children were building was becoming exponentially taller, and I kept having to make my sculpture bigger and bigger.  I was building a Gundam, from a Japanese animated series, I figured that would blow the kids away and any other geek like me.  The children finished their tower, and when I finished my Lego sculpture our work was literally as tall as a skyscraper, like 100 stories tall.  When I finally reached the ground, all the kids were looking at my sculpture and they were blown away, I felt proud of my work seeing them "shine" with amazement.  I hadn't seen the tower they built from the front, so I went to look.  When I walked around, it was not what I expected from elementary children, the tower looked like a cathedral with artwork in the windows to mimic stained glass, and recessed sculpting that depicted anything you can imagine a child would imagine.  It was monolithic, it overwhelmed me what they did, I felt my face drop into a stupor and a fluttering tightness drop into my belly, that's all I remember.

scawy Ganma

I first remember feeling stressed out.  I was in a strange house, on the second floor in a dim hallway.  I knocked on a bedroom door and an old voice bellowed "hurry up!"  I went in to see the room was lit with dawn, and dust particles reflected it making the room seem to glow.  There was a grandma in the bed, sitting upright in her nightgown and hair net, legs tucked under her quilt.  She looked sternly at me, and said she needs to have breakfast soon so she has time to get to church.  I asked what she wanted to eat, she said pancakes and sausage.  I rushed to the kitchen and started cooking.  I only had vegetarian sausage that I tried once (YUCK!) and thought hopefully she won't tell the difference.  I pulled out a skillet from the oven, and it was so big it fit over all four burners on the stovetop.  I lit all the burners, and whipped up a whole box of batter.  I poured it over the giant skillet and cooked a pancake that was like 3' in diameter, then I started to melt a box of butter on top, four sticks.  I got even more stressed out when I realized there was no maple syrup, and the grandma will be upset.  Then, I woke up as I was wondering if she was my grandma, because I didn't recognize her.

strange Animals

I dreamed I was hiking, it was evening and overcast, cold.  There were Juniper Trees, Sagebrush, Rabbit Brush and Yucca.  I found Mormon Tea and bent over to pluck some good bits off.  Behind me I heard clopping footsteps and without looking I knew it was a horse.  I got up slowly and turned slowly to not spook it, I wanted to pet it.  I had a pocket full of peppermints I got from Sonic's drive-thru, which did actually happen.  I asked the girl wearing rollerblades if I could have some peppermints and she gave me two heaping handfuls (YESSSSS!).  In the dream, I had them in my jacket pocket.  The horse was skinny and wild looking, it inched slowly at me, nodding and making horsey sounds, spraying my hands with a fine mist of... probably mucus and saliva.  I broke my gaze from it to wipe my hands, "Awgh, come on dude!" and unwrap some peppermints, when I looked back it had transformed into a strange animal.  It was floating, it looked like a horse body but no head and neck, and the legs were drooping thick tentacles that hovered a few inches off the ground.  It wasn't gross though, it was strangely cute.  I offered out a mint, and the thing moved to hover above my hand, and in some way ate the candy without me feeling teeth or flappy lips or slobber.  I pet it, and it made a sound like a deep purr, and when I stroked its side, it bounced off my hand like a balloon.  It was such a weird feeling, because although like a balloon, it had weight and density.  I imagine it would be like petting a furry wrecking ball.  I started to walk back to my truck, telling the thing goodbye.  I always talk to animals, then it followed.  I said okay you can follow me but I'm going home in my truck, and as I walked there were more and more appearing and following me.  I was starting to get intimidated, there was like a herd of them slowly surrounding and following me. They were getting bold, rushing and pushing themselves under my arms, they felt heavy.  I was thinking to maybe throw a handful of mints out and quickly getting in the truck to get away, their strange deep purring was everywhere.  I started unwrapping as many as I could, they were nudging themselves under my armpits and sides and almost lifting me up under my butt, I was getting freaked out, thinking what the fuck are you guys?!? I threw the mints and felt their heavy masses leave me, then I sprinted for the truck.  I unlocked the door first before looking back, and there was nothing, they were all gone!  The last I remember was walking back and seeing my mints strewn about and no footprints, remembering while questioning my sanity that they floated.

meditation

I saw a hall, it was hidden from sunlight but lit brightly, mysteriously.  It echoed with my footsteps, shaped stones.  There was art everywhere on the stone slabs making the walls and columns, and the vertical pieces making up the stair steps.  The art was delicate and ancient, yet bold and courageous.  The etches were deep and confident, they had feeling, like they weren't made with wrists and fingertips, but strong arms and forceful blows.  The air was chilly but I felt heat in admiring the work, the forges blazing and energy burning, with embers lifted by rising heat into the seemingly endless black ceiling.  There were deer, and bears, and big cats, and trees.  There were flowing rivers on the steps, a centerpiece of life spewing carved water, with fish and dragonflies frozen in stone.  On top of the pyramid of steps was a throne, carved from the same stone, everything looked a dull grey-blue granite. There was no marble, no gold, no silver, no paint, no precious stones, yet it was alive.  It was hard, harsh, I didn't sit on the throne, it felt like an insult to, but I kneeled to one side, leaning an arm over the throne's arm, and sighed.  I felt tired of everything I was seeing, even my feet hurt from the hard cold stone, it numbed and stole my body heat through my Chuck T's.  I wasn't seeing with my eyes, all I saw was grey-blue anyway, but I was feeling, and in feeling my body, I only felt bones, weary and stricken bones.  Then hunger, I wanted food, sooooo bad.  So, I got up and took a shower and bought shit at Safeway to make slammin' honey salmon and a bottle of pinot noir. I kicked my ass this workout.

the king of shifting Ground

I was intrigued by a book, it made me laugh so hard, Mark Twain's "The adventures of Huckleberry Finn".  Of course, dialect, but the hardest to understand was .... no spoiling.  Seemingly the dumbest character, but I dreamed I met him, and he spoke a line from the book, which spawned an amazing seed of dream of stupid shit I ever experienced in a dream.  The line, spoken to me while sitting on the shores of the Mississippi, no one cares where I'm sure, go like this.  "I hai'nt neva herd of no kang solermon, onliess kangs I eva herds uv were dem fower on de backs uv playrr cyards..."  I knew I was dreaming, if you ever wanted to meet a celebrity, a Johnny Depp, a Nikki Minaj, a Justin Beiber, an Olivia Munn, a Tom Hardy... and would lose your shit seeing them, I would lose mine to have a conversation with Jim (and Olivia Munn).  My dream, nothing to do with any novel of western literacy.  I heard Jims' words, and pondered love, pondered a suit of "cyards", four kings and four queens.  That's as symbolic as anyone can think, I don't give a fuck.  I felt I'm a King, whichever, it doesn't matter, and I have a Queen.  I take a wine glass, and gold rings on weathered hands "klink" against it.  I take a sword, and nations kneel without bloodshed.  I take a horse, and the world gallops to my feet.  I take my Queens hand, in insatiable desire, and collect the heads of those who look her way.  Inside, that's how it feels.  Outside, it's cold.  The river is mighty and forceful before me, I lay in the night at its shores, barefoot and hungry.  A fishing rod cast in the water, waiting for my catch, waiting to eat, waiting for the ground I call my own to fail, waiting for the next time to run, with an insatiable grin, waiting for the Sun to stab out all the stars.