Preface: Last night, before falling asleep, I read "
Das Engergi" by
Paul Williams.
In my dream, I was still in bed, eyes dreary, finishing "Das Energi". However, in this dream version of the book, there were many more pages with different words. The page I was currently on contained a list of every bird in the world, starting with the owl, then the starling, then the peacock, etc. Then I slipped into a dream. I was standing with thousands of other people dressed exactly like myself: topless, in a grass skirt and Birkenstocks. We were gathered in a field so wide that no other landscape was visible: no houses, no rivers, no mountains, no trees. In the center of our circle was a huge mound of grass about ten feet tall and five feet wide. A beautiful woman was standing in the middle of the circle, arms outstretched with her long hair swinging in the breeze. She was half-singing, or half-speaking - I couldn't tell - in the most beautiful language I had ever heard. It was almost as if her words were a tangible force that came rolling out of her mouth, pouring over the group, making us sway back and forth in rhythmic unity. Then the woman reached into the haystack and pulled out an owl. She spoke to it for a moment, then held it high over her head and it flew away. she then pulled out a starling, and repeated the same action.
This dream faded, and I was suddenly at my friend August's house near Yreka, with my boyfriend and his friend Bill. We were packing our things to go home after a long visit, and I was frantically searching for my Birkenstocks which were nowhere to be found. I did find a sock, however. A small child's sock with pink, yellow, and bluck ducks on it. For some reason, I was fascinated with it, and spent what seemed like half an hour gazing at it, turning it over and feeling the texture.
Then I found myself in a red sports car with Thor, the brother of my childhood best friend, Terra. We were speeding down the middle of the same field I had been in before, without a road. Thor seemed to be bleeding profusely from several gun-shot wounds in his back. It was then I realized that I had shot him. But I had no idea how or why. Suddenly a house appeared on the horizon, and Thor drove straight for it, hands gripping the wheel and grimacing silently. My knuckles turned white as I grabbed the dashboard and we crashed into the house. I then found myself in the kitchen of the house, with no Thor and no car. There seemed to be no evidence of the crash. The guest stopped their talking, and stared silently at me. I then seemed to be in a panicked frenzy, crying out to these people that I was a good person, and had done nothing wrong, that they had to believe me. No one moved or talked as I cried and hollered my innocence. They continued to stare me down. I recognized one of the women as my second grade teacher, Mrs. Jordon. I ran over to her and fell down at her feet crying "You remember me!!! I am a good person, I would never do anything wrong!"
I then found myself in a strange coffee shop with a bunch of people who I knew to be my friends, but I had no idea who they were. They were talking, but I couldn't quite hear what they wre saying and my eyes were drawn to the capuccino maker. It was made entirely of terra-cotta. It was then I noticed that EVERYTHING in the shop was made of terra-cotta: the counteres, the floor, the lights, the shelves, the cups. Everything. I reached out and touched the cappuccino maker. It was smooth and cold and absolutely wonderful. I touched it again, mesmerized by the feeling of earth. I managed to pull myself away and walk outside. The streets were paved with cobblestones made of terra-cotta, as were the sidewalks, the buildings, and even the lampposts. On each corner was a sign made out of terra-cotta that said: "Ducks have mail."
Then I was back in bed, having "fallen asleep" while reading "Das Energi," still on the page with all the birds. I rubbed my eyes and continued reading.
Then I woke up.