My Most doomed Adventures
“I found this coin in a dream”
I dreamed…fire fell from the sky. It hissed loudly as it fell. I heard someone say “Yoooo. how cool would it be if I caught that”. “Domonique. You can’t even catch a girlfriend.” Poor Domonique. I recall evoking a dead meme. Forever alone. The fire fell into the thick dead grass of a small town. Locals said they heard hissing all day, like a water facet. No one in the town ran water that day so they could find where the sound was coming from. But the hissing was still coming from everywhere. And it grew louder. I heard whispers through the oscillations of madness rising. Suddenly…I was in a space with a machine that made me uneasy. It was shiny and chrome. It smelled of eucalyptus oil and burnt cinnamon. It’s the first time I recall being able to smell in a dream. An angel sat idly next to the machine. It had a rope around its neck. It sat in silence as if it had always been there and always will be. Their eyes stared at me like little stars, they are both indifferent to my being. It told me to fear, and hate, and conquer. I asked if it knew about the snake. I couldn’t find it in the tall grass. Somehow, a coin ended up in my pocket. But I never recalled finding one. I’m told the snake isn’t a snake at all, but it crawls regardless. It has lost all of its treasures and playthings when it fell. The Angel spoke of the machines nature. The machine was a part of the snake. It was only a finger. The snake activated it with a token. I had found only one of its many , and that the grand scheme was set in motion. When asked what the machine would do, the angel uttered words that made me tremble.
Thus, did I travel in the vestige of an old man, slow walking, cane wielding. In my old age there was darkness…slithering…writhing in the wake. I don’t remember the depths. It was sooo dark down there. But I remember the crashing of waves.There are things in the dark that live in the depths of sleep. I don’t remember them because…I’m awake now. I am totally awake now…Why is it so dark?……. As I stumbled blindly through the thick of night, and tar, and pitch, I could hear humming above me. So I swam upwards. But there was still no light. I climbed the heights what felt like forever. The waves crashed louder.
On a rock with no name, I appealed to the fare maiden. Her kin were sirens and fabled folk. These weary feet had walked, and swam, and pissed and drowned in dark waters. I beckoned her “tell me fare maiden. tell these old bones how I may slither like the snake. How I may coil into a language to understand it. I was told secrets. Secrets in the dark waters.” Tell me O maiden. And she simply said…”No. I will not. They are my secrets. And you may not have them. Secrets are only for the youth. For they will die with the old.”
And then I dreamed…
I caught the snake in my grasp, having found the strength of youth in my old age through sheer will, altering my form in dark matter. The serpents resistance was powerful, thrashing against my own mighty vigor, I scowl triumphantly. Grinding my teeth in my hate. Underneath this dream skin, I ponder, why am I angry with the snake. Why do I wish it dead. The foolishness of my youth tells me it’s because of the dreadful machine, and the sounds, and because I was old and angry. Little did I know the snake could see me under my dream skin. The flesh of my youth grabs a stone in hand to strip the snake of its skin, and make toasted jerky of its flesh, and a sash to adorn me as victor. And it spoke to me in a language I don’t remember. I recall the hissing, and the falling of coins in a machine.