Time passes through our bodies?
4/8/2002
This was an apocalypse dream. The sky was full of black and gold patterns over a dark world. Centered in the swirling mass of the sky was a cloudy shape that someone in dream suggested was shaped like an anus. Anyhow, the cloud boiled more and more furiously, and darker. Finally, a shattering yellow light shot out of the apeture in the sky and destroyed the world; not like a bomb, but like a sonic sound wave. I remember that buildings were still standing but leaning and pockmarked, totally blasted to the edge of their structural integrity.
I remember talking to a survivor. He was a complete asshole. He seemed to take my ideas about rebuilding civilization seriously, but when he thought I was out of earshot he made a disparaging remark. Then, without his having a clue, I pulled him down to the ground from my hiding spot crouched behind something and pressed a straw against his neck as if it were a knife to show I could have killed him. I had him dig a shallow, body-shaped depression (like body outlines in “Death to Smoochy” which I saw a few days ago). Even though he was digging a shallow hole shaped to his body, he didn’t seem to have any idea that I might do something bad to him.
Then, I had him lay face down in the depression. It fit his body pretty well so that the top of the back of his head and shoulders were even with the top of the shallow hole (grave? like in the Jack Nicholson dream?). I marked lines on the man’s back to measure the progress of the new, diseased sun of the apocalyptic world so I could begin to understand how our world had changed. Whenever the guy started to become conscious, I would smack the back of his head with a hammer, he would fall forward unconscious, and I would continue to track the yellow and black sunbeams along the marks I had made in his back like some weird sundial.
