VONTINUUM BOOKS

then we were in our hotel room, preparing for the continuity ritual. The door was unanswered (not yet, the high priest said, but his lover opened the door for her mother.) 

on some rooftop now.

There were well crafted dolls, played by the mad man on top of buildings. He was filming the dolls with an unfocused camera. One doll looked down from the roof, hundreds of stories and powerful vertigo. The souls far below all had a yellow aura surround them, walking around obliviously.

I told my mother in the dream that, "we take 70 seconds to fall to our deaths." In my head I was really counting as either the doll, a person or me, fell. It seemed too long or I was counting too slowly and yet we did not reach the ground. 

from the gap below the door, I saw her shadow move and she tried to open her door. I panicked, struggled to put on my clothes as I knew she would get down on her knees outside to look beneath the door. 

I got down on my knees at the same time she did, and she peered in and I raised my hand to say hi, hoping she wouldn't freak out. SOmehow the gap beneath the door was raised. I tried to explain to her, that "from the dream, I had entered reality.'

Then i realized I was telling a friend about this incident on the bus, and decided it was, "inception.' I was saying, "Once i was aware I was in a dream, I entered into another dream." In my head I wanted to call another friend , to spread this news. and the neighborhood i was in, in the dead of night, with only a few lights on in the towering buildings of darkness, was a place i've come to before. Lost in its concrete and palm tree jungle, its blacked out swimming pool, i was here before I know it, looking for drugs and pills and secret rendezvous. My ex-drug dealer was under another block and I was consuming the mind altering substances with people I didn't love. I loved my ex-dealer though and i felt slightly bad that I did not let him partake in the mysteries. IN my mind i knew that this drug related activity had caused the gateway of the dream into reality to happen. 

I also love the woman whose house I entered. I wish she had let me stay in her room….

 

the boy who was a girl was with me though we did not talk. we had come from a house though the memory of that event escapes me. we traveled out from a road that lead through a heavy nature area with tall impending trees. There was a coffeeshop by the main outskirts and he had gone into the right one (for what i do not know.) I entered the left. there was a sense of grime and dirt oil smeared on the walls. Something unwashed about the whole scene though not necessarily unclean. 

Then I entered the cubicle. By then i was already turned on by the erotic filth. There were two manholes in the ground, in my mind, i knew  the second one was where the boy/girl was next door. Mine had a stench rising out of it and i knew that it led to a subterranean sex place. It was a dank downward rabbit hole like vertical tunnel that was supposed to lead to he bottom filled with black feces. Halfway down the tunnel were cavern windows and inside one of them I had a glimpse of the victim, naked, taped in silver, in a chair, awaiting her ordeal….

the naked obese man waddled out from the glass house, unto the field and towards the console. I had an electronic composition playing and had gone off to attend to something else ( I was involved in the occurring event, dressed in a black shirt). I watched that gross  long haired man with mounds of fat with an obscured vision  (obscured partly by black wall) Before the red console that seemed small from my location, was a vast field that led to a mystical forst of sorts (I did not focus on the density of the trees and the greens ahead) I complained to the organizer, "What If i invited 5 investors and they saw him like that?" It felt like there were rea investors watching in an unknown location, judging the situation. 

I left and went through the glass house down a flight of stairs (It seemed that the field was the roof top and we were in a multi-complex swimming center. ON the next level down, from the corner of my eye, I saw two foreign nationals in blue cleaning jumpsuits. One was kneeling in front of the other (who was standing) and in my mind I knew a blow job was happening. I chose to ignore it and walke doff to the left hand towards the children's pool. it felt now that i was a general supervisor in this complex. There was a man in a wet suit in some kind of black cocoon, demonstrating or testing the breathing apparatus designed by a young boy. The man put the breathing component in his mouth, removed it (there was a red button on the front) and said to no one in particular, "it's ok but a bit weak." There were ghostly snippets of children moving about him. 

My mother was with me and we were in a room now, with sunlight spilling in through windows obscured by a black curtain or at least a curtain in shadow. There was a man there, with a strange angular face and he spoke in a language i did not understand though at times he used english and mentioned M.O.E (ministry of education) In my mind i was noting that my mother is a teacher and he is a teacher too.  

another scene had a friend (S.A.Y) sitting in a meditation pose before me. I was running through an energy exchange procedure with him, explaining to him that, "I'll raise his healing energy inside you." an agreement was made in a split second and in my meditation pose, i connected my finger to my thumb on both hands and circled the energy through me then out of me into him. I could feel the intensity of the exchange and in my minds eye again I saw the green fields for a second or two.