Knot What It Seams (my Dreams)I'll try to explain this as simply as possible; it feels like I'm living two lives. My dreams have developed into what seems like a whole other vivid existence. I'm a painter, but the thing's I've experienced in these "ethereal worlds" have me considering writing a novel. It's like the whole story is writing itself for me.
Quite basically I have been wandering "earth" as a lemur (yes a lemur, that's the best way I can describe it), although it appears everyone just fell asleep and never woke up decades prior. Most appear to have been watching the television or were on their computer, and just gave up living; corpses everywhere. When I first realized this it really disturbed me, but in my dreams I've become totally cool with it because all of those people are still there. They are all ghost's and they all know who I am. Most are focused on something they regret (as all ghost's do I suppose), but when they ask me for help all I can give them is the certification of the irony of their situation (not being truly dead). On a nightly basis I literally swim-jump through the air from town to city to mountain communicating with these people and exploring the ruined landscape. I can easily befriend most that appear, but I can never seem to give them what they are so focused on. The whole dead humanity is a very personal thing for me, and I have extreme empathy for those I meet and the environment that decay's around them. I just can't do anything about it! except to watch it all decay, which can be very peaceful at times. Just the other night I remember looking at a derelict and overgrown apartment building and for some reason I was interacting with the thing as a whole like a chest of drawers. Each drawer (or apartment) was filled with such fascinating "nostalgia". However one room was especially emotional to me; a kids room. It was like searching through a box of my old toy's, but the room was absolutely full of them. Another location of note is a cave that I seem to frequent, almost a home though more of like a meeting place for other "lemurs" like me. I can only remember one of their names (which is something like thaat or thayt), but they can also transform into humans if they want. The cave itself isn't a cave in a traditional sense, as the whole thing is constantly changing. The only way to describe it is like watching a forest grow like clouds move when sped up. A few miles from the cave there is an old southern town, but it's state is even worse than the cities, almost like it had been dead for longer than most of the other places I had been. Most of the building's are just piles of rotting wood, but of course their is a sizable host of dainty ghost's who hang out there!
I don't expect anyone to be able to interpret all this, but some feedback would be wonderful. It's been hard to describe it in words to those I know, but this should do it a wee bit more justice methinks. I wish I could show everyone!
Yawzii 18-21, M 1 Response 0 Mar 15, 2012