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21 Mar 2002 / 11:45 p.m.
.:��serpent dream
Date: Thu, 21 Mar 2002 15:46:05 -0800 (PST)
From: chris.
To: le.
Subject: a dream...
which, i think, was/is about salvia divinorum. it happened just before
dawn.
i was in a large building, a pyramid of glass and steel. it was an
amazing construct, a juxtaposition, having a feeling of immense weight and
incredible lightness in turn. sometimes together. at first i felt i
would lose my balance and felt confused, then i knew that the building was
safe. neutral but safe.
a few other people were in my building, moving, sounds muted by industrial
blue carpeting. i descended staircases, and found myself in a courtyard.
it's design complemented the pyramid, with metal sculpture on top of
granite blocks and trapazoids. there were many plants - huge lush
tropical ferns and broadleafs, all falling over from the weight of dew.
the place was cool but humid, and smelled like rich loam, like farm fields
in ohio freshly turned over. a small green serpent came out from one of
the granite pots - out of the earth inside. it was bright lime green,
with tiny forearms. it's eyes were black and had a spark of fierceness,
a promethian fierceness. i was curious. it moved toward me. then i felt
dread and ran from it, down to an alcove beneath the building where old
women ran a concessionary.
i asked a woman for water, and she gave me coffee. i drank it, and it
tasted like the loam in the garden smelled. it was good. i saw the
serpent at the top of the stairs; the women saw it too and were upset.
they spoke to me, i don't know in what language, but i understood. i
climbed the stairs and crushed the serpent with my foot. it writhed,
entrails spilling out. they were like flax. there was no blood. it was
confused, and i was confused. i went up the rest of the stairs to the
garden, and went to sleep. when i awoke, the serpent was next to me,
watching me, its flaxen insides wrapped around my fingers.
i woke up.
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