Republished from Composition Book, August 27th, 2012.
"Last night I didn't dream; I was in my head. It was room on room of cavernous spaces, and in these spaces there were thousands of objects on the walls, just stuck there or on shelves. The objects were memories and knowledge and thoughts, and ranged in appearance from simple--a little blue toy horse, for instance--to abstract and indescribable. So I was wondering around these vast rooms, trying to connect the different objects I saw with what they might represent. Eventually I was in one of the lowest chambers, where my brain is connected at the spinal column I suspect, and there was a villainous mischief-maker who I had been summoned to thwart. We battled using mechanized suits and he defeated me, so I was evading him and worked my way to a large gun, which he had constructed in order to destroy a significant portion of the objects on the walls.
"The gun was black and probably twice as big as I was, and it was on a timer. When the clock counted down it would fire, no matter what it was pointed at. He started the timer just as I reached the gun and then he flew away. With no options I pointed the gun into a hole at the very bottom of the cavern, into a pool of brilliant red magma boiling beneath the cavern's surface, so that none of the the objects in the upper layers would be damaged by a blast (presumably I was pointing down into my spinal cord, where the damaging energy would be absorbed and thus not effective*). However, when the clock reached zero the gun did nothing, and the Trickster--a form of my own consciousness? an archetype, buried deep, deep within?--came back around. He was laughing. It had all been a hoax, of course. He just wanted company.
"Out of either frustration or accidental ignorance I pull on a handle while climbing upwards, which causes the lower chamber to start flooding. I climb back into the main caverns.
"Now I have to find the door to get out, but there are hundreds of doors dispersed in between the objects on the walls, and they all go to different places. I'm looking for one set of doors, of course, and I don't remember which ones they are. Something or someone reminds me that I've done this before. Along one of the thousands of shelves I find what I am looking for, a silver, rubbery sort of object that is mounted to the wall. It has a wavy symbol on it. I take it from its mount and press it into a mold on a different wall of the cavern. Above this mold there is a tiny pair of red doors, so small that I can barely open them. Above the doors is a placard that says, "Cere". The silver object acts as a key, and the doors unlock.
"Suddenly I can hear what's going on outside, in the real world, my external world. I wake up. By going through the doors I've restored myself to the helm of my body.
"But, for a little while and to what purpose I can't say, I was inside of my brain last night. There's a world, a kingdom and a people, in there."
I've explored it in previous dreams but never to this extent, I've never been to the source. I hope future visits explain a bit more of the mystery. I'll chronicle them here at Something Else as best I can.
Thought for the day: The Chinese Zodiac interprets personalities on a twelve year cycle, while the regular Zodiac interprets personalities on a twelve month cycle. What is the significance of this?
* Or would it?
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