The pond was cool enough for me to appreciate it, but not so cold that I started to shiver. The Gardenmaster held me in its tentacle-like roots firmly. I never noticed until this dream, the sky is a muffled shade of yellow here.
I’m in the lily pond, but no plant growth is covering me. “You would be uncomfortable. Too much so. I do not bring you here to wound you.” I had to laugh. So many times I’ve felt the flower stalk growing out my throat, blooming out of my mouth. And ke’s worried about making me uncomfortable. Unless…
“Sir, am I able to release my emotions directly into the water around me? Is that it?” The great eye opened and looked down at me. Mirth needs no translation. What did I say that was funny?
“Something like that.”
“I didn’t piss my pants again, I hope.”
Ke laughed and ripples embraced all around kir. “No. You didn’t.” More roots reached around me to hold me firmly in place. Only my face was clear of the water.
“Okay. Just checking.” A deep lethargy seeped into me. I knew ke wasn’t going to give up any secrets. I surrendered lucidity and cognition, and succumbed to deeper sleep.