The lights went out. Great. *stumble* *stumble* *STUB* Ow!
The lights came back on. Wait. I’m not in my room anymore.
Do I want to know why I’m looking at a marble statue of a naked Jim Morrison with ram horns? In the middle of a densely wooded area? In the middle of the god damn night? While it’s thundering and lightning overhead?
Of course, not. It’s not like anything weirder could happen, right?
A bolt strikes the statue and clothes it in lightning. It comes to life and turns its head to look down at me from it’s static marble pedestal.
“Hi, Dionysus. Fucking cool entrance, mate.”
The statue winks at me.
“But… uh… Jim Morrison, I totally get. But ram’s horns? I thought the bull was your thing?”
The statue raised its arms and made a grand sweeping gesture. The lightning that clothed it crackled and sparkled as it moved. I understood the gesture to mean that all things was Dionysus’ things.
“So you’re part of this circling and spiraling I’ve been going through lately. I thought my time with you was long over, but I take your grand entrance to mean that only my time with that aspect of you is over. Another turn. Another face. Another way of seeing, experiencing, and being. Yes?”
The statue pulled a strand of lightning from its impossible garment and made a garland. It set the garland of electricity gently on my head and patted me after.
“So which clue is more important? Clothed with lightning, o son of Zeus? Or crowned with ram’s horns, o force of nature?”
The statue folded its arms and stared at me with a severity only Jim Morrison can convey. With a formal nod, it transmitted the answer clearly. Yes. Both.
The garland suddenly melted and flowed over my head and shoulders. As the liquid power soaked into me, I felt very drowsy and was unable to remain standing. I collapsed at the feet of the still animate marble statue. I saw he had taken up a guardian pose over me.
Taking comfort from the pose, I yielded to the overwhelming lethargy.