House drama woke me up. The human kind. Nephew’s saga continues and I don’t think it will end in a good way.
Dream started out purely as a flight of fancy. Daydream like, but with more snoring on my part. No messenger directing me to the land of the dead. No forest of earth wights. No reflection of waking world issues. Just pure escapism. Ah.
So things move along as they do. Characters introduced for conflict later. Along the way, I get tattoos. My face, my shoulder, my hand.
Wait. What? Hold up. Fuck.
I bring the dream to a halt. Like a director spoiling the field of view, the part of my awareness playing the part of Observer steps into the scene. “No. We’re not doing this. We’re not going to let the other worlds seep into this one. Besides, there are only two markings like that.” I point to the Actress’ shoulder. “Weaver doesn’t have this. And I’m not going to allow this dream to be manipulated any further.”
Reflecting on a series of revelations, I look at the other ‘actors’ on the ‘set’. These are all flights of fancy from me. Well, that’s how they started. All hold my gaze but one. I walk up to him, and feel a depth of density that the others lack. This ‘actor’ has the face I made, but is someone else.
I call him by a certain name. He starts laughing. I dismiss the set of the dream and tell him to drop the illusion. “As you wish.”
As he places his hat on his head, his appearance changes. I was right about someone sneaking onto my set. I was wrong about who it is. “The shoulder tattoo is correct, Girl. Doesn’t your friend Snake travel with you as such?” The Rummer (Rum drinker) lifts a lit cigar to his face and perfumes the air with it. “You have concerns. We need to talk. I was going to let you have your play. But it seems I’ve spoiled it prematurely.”
I was actually glad to see him. After I apologized for my harsh rudeness, he patted me on the head cheerfully. “Let’s go for a walk. And you can tell me why you’re still afraid of my gift to you.”
We started strolling through the surrounding void, while I started confessing my ignorance and confusion about how to deal with Horatio.
EDIT: I was going to continue this post with a full write up later. But as I turned it over in my head all day, I decided against it. The rendition will end here.