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Of Satanic Forces at the foot of the Bed
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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This is an old dream I had perhaps when I was 20 years old, but I still remember it.
I've lied down to fall asleep...my bed is on the floor, a futon, I'm listening to the radio.
I keep changing stations, I can't listen if I don't like the music, and I switch from station to station, searching for something I like.
And I realize that I'm not using my hands to change the stations, they are responding to my will, the radio switches as I will it...
I become concious of a presence at the foot of the bed, dark, malevolent, evil beyond imagining, and am seized with fear. Not mortal fear, this is something deeper, the fear for ones soul...
I am lifted off the bed, perhaps 3 feet, and then dropped back.
The presence is still there, but further away, I screw up the courage to get out of bed and turn on all the lights in the apartment.
This does not dispell it, the presence, it could come back, shapeless...evil.
For a long time I tried to explain this dream, I had laid down, but I had no recollection of falling asleep or waking up, only the changing of stations and the evil presence at the foot of the bed...
But it's not as uncommon as it might at first appear: try this link: hypnogogia
Krzysztof Kieslowski
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I'll start with a master. Many of you may be familiar with his "Red", "White" and "Blue" trilogy, but Krzysztof Kieślowski has done more than just that. In specific, "The Double life of Veronica" - a film about a set of spiritually cojoined twins who can only intuit one anothers existences.
And the other, his "Decalogue" series, 10 short films made for Polish television based upon the 10 commandments. Not that he was religious (not that I am), but if something were to convert you it would be these works - each very simply done, muted colors, simple themes, all filmed on the same location [A bleak Warsaw apartment block], with the same actors in various roles, but God is in the details, and these films have everything, in small gestures and nuances he explores various facets of human existence, dissects the ordinary, imbues it with meaning, and reassembles, reanimates it, exploring overlapped and missed coincidences, synchronicities, triumph and tragedy, all on a microscopic, human scale.
Both films available at Bird Dog Video (in Calgary), if you live elsewhere try your independant movie vendor first. It's time well spent.
2 More Dreams
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And last night for the first time since beginning this blog I awoke twice, turned on the lamp and wrote down my dreams. Once at 2:00 AM, and again at 4:00 AM. And a note, lest I seem promiscuous, I often use the term "girlfriend" when describing my dreams, or "ex-girlfriend" - this is not true, strictly, they are dreams, the people that appear as players are often pastiches of people I've known, but in the dream the relationship is clearly defined. So, no, I haven't as chequered a past as I appear to be confessing, these are dreams, immune to logic...
The First Dream (2:00 AM): - An Ex Girlfriend - L***-***, is being piggybacked by me, we are dressed up, it's Halloween, the main floor of some office tower, there is an open area, office, filled with people partying. She wants to go in and join them, but we know they are demons, still, she is curious, I warn her, once in we won't be able to leave...
We enter the party, they look like normal people, but they are demons. And we can't leave, we'll be trapped here forever, the exits have all disappeared, we have to escape - I go to the wall where the window was before, taking her with me, we walk through it, now a patio with a little fence, barricaded off, we fall over it together and begin to run down the street in slow motion.
It is an effort to run, we can't move, our steps are slow, and the demons are following us. We are on Rice Howard Way in Edmonton, running in slow motion, two demons behind following us, they look like men in suits, eyes wide open, sniffing the air, they are looking around, but they are blind, they can't see us, they are sniffing the air, following us by scent.
We make it into Rigolettos and try to hide...
The Second Dream (4:00 AM): I am with someone, we are going to the Airport(?) I think, it is nightime and the sky is luminous with the light of ten million stars. He's taking me to the airport, we are looking for a giant US flag that will mark the sky and show us where to go. There are the words 'Noctilucent Clouds' in my head. He leads me over a bluff, and suddenly we fall straight down a slide or chute, like a water slide, only farther- a break in the slide, free fall, then again onto the slide and we are in the airport, our luggage scattered around us. it was a long fall, I think we should have sent our luggage down first to be safe....
More dreams forgotten and not written down
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More dreams, half forgotten and not written down, carelessly thinking that they would linger in memory. Last night I watched a movie - Ironically entitled "Happiness". Perhaps you've seen it. Billed as a comedy that somehow is a little too dark and overpowering, it put me out of sorts.
SO 2 dreams, one - a simple recipe card with a table of italic paragraphs on it, perhaps 5 rows by 7 columns. I can't remember what it said.
And two: I am at a friends, sleeping over with a girlfriend in an attic, somewhere in the country, a farmhouse, old bed, exposed wood and beams. And I get out of bed to go outside, at the foot of it is a garden spider, large and bulbous, the kind that spin their webs in front of your porch light, it climbs up it's web and hides behind a support. The bed fills the attic, I have to squeeze past the spiders hiding place to go outside.
Something is happening, there is a party, it is dark, I run into another ex, it's her place, we arrange to meet, later on, groups of people over the hill in the field, still dark outside, something is going on. I shouldn't be meeting her, but I feel doomed. . .their is sex, but no passion, no eroticism, the details elude me, we are to meet again, dissatisfaction, in the attic my dream girlfriend is still sleeping, but there is something I'm not realizing, I don't know what it is, it's eluding me and both of them have disappeared. The spider is upstairs waiting and I must go back to sleep.
2 dreams, neither satisfactory.
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