The Creeping Lurker

Strange Dream last night

···I dreamed that I was in some Eastern country. I want to say italy because they were all speaking what sounded like italian (since I had no idea just what they were saying), but the architecture had this whole black-olive-history-of-earth-Op-A! look to it so it might have been greece. Anyway, so There was a huge commotion in the entire city and I was jostled about, which i thought was funny because I move-meandered because I was lost, whereas the other greektalians meandered because this was a tradition or something. I move under some arms and curly black hair until I find a dude who looks like the friar from Robin Hood, crossed with the priest from The Excorcism of Emily Rose. There was a small clearance around him and I was able to stand upright. He saw me and recognized me and I had the distinct feeling that him and I were communicating during the dark prologue of this dream. My feeling was asuaged when he started speaking spanish to me, asking if had seen the source of the commotion.
···”Claro que no,” I said back.
···What made it extra wierd was that we were totally conifdent that no one could hear/tranlslate our conversation, like we were communicating through headpiece radios.
···So he urges me to check out whats around the corner, he staying behind to guard our spot. Being in dream land, I agreed like a doe-eyed preteen and head over. I turned the corner and saw two things.
···1. about 4 monks in the black robes in onyx history. The only thing that was not black were the faces, which had the grecian look to them, but again I couldn’t call out their ethnicity. They weren’t speaking in tongues, but were blabbering endlessly, waving inscense after a repeated phrase and standing ramrod, their eyes turned down. I turned around to see what they were looking at and saw a great blush of stone steps the ran farther and farther up my field of sight. I suddenly see, on these steps, that the priests were reveering 2.) tons and tons of soy milk cartons! Every flavor I’ve ever had in my entire life was sitting there, invisible soy milk hand folded in prayer, silk label bowed down, recieving this odd ablution of smoke. I stretched up these steps until the boxes turned into small red/blue pegs that shimmered in the heat (it was summer now).
···The story took a snapshot and I was walking with the priest by a dock that looked more medieval english than modern Greecialy. We were in a huge huge hurray and I assumed that we were being chased (most of my dreams involving elements as foreign as this usually ends in my escape from a monstrous terror). The priest takes a quick look over a railing and stops. The guy becomes really jolly and starts pointing into the water.
···”Want to sail in style?” he asks me, silly as anything.
···I look over and see three old fashioned bath tubs. They had sunken just beneath the water surface, so the details were wonderous and sickly green . A pipe stuck out from them, which my brain translated into masts.

···and that was it.

~ by Domingd on March 18, 2008.