New Secret
07-21-2016, 05:30 PM
Of a bended notion, comprehension defied. Impractical elaborations of memories juxtaposed and interwoven. You’re bearing the emotional weight of impossible scenes quixotically embellished within your unlimited imagination. An imagination which has no logic of it’s own.
If you could make cohesive sense of such profound serendipity and take your inner show into your own hands… ah, but you cannot. So like a camera you observe the unfolding patchwork calculus with a total agglomeration of your self-awareness.
And while rising out of slumber the tattered imagery quickly disintegrates like an ancient puzzle, riddling your clouded mind and leaving you as you wonder if you held the key to something universal, something unlamented, yet uncovered.
And within your full awakeness your dreamtime memory is entirely immersed into the obscure nadirs of amnesia. Unknown it is, known it was. Now residue on your soul, gone to the unknown.
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Mine was a dream of symbolism. Things that seemed branded with idyllic value, demanding my muse decipher their meanings and wring beneficial wisdoms and truths out of their seemingly esoteric essence. I string them together here, only this once in a collection fitted where their pieces are adequately agreeable. Through this careful method I observed themes connected in a particularly extraordinary threadlike manner, inspiring was each connection unveiled and further I searched with the hopes of some sort of disclosure on the whole, that I should uncloak a hidden message. While as all dreams are up to interpretation, mine are no different and of what might not be present as insightful, these recollections entertain the psyche and provoke the imagination. And I present you with the ending product of that effort:
My fingers are folded onto my chest, hands together. I wear my swimming shorts and am otherwise naked. Lying straight in a line, my legs are together, knees unbent. On a smooth surface I lie but it isn’t made of stone or metal or anything else I am familiar with.
I stare above into the sky. The sky is starry and twinkles with extra glamor than that of what I see while I am awake. A tinge of ethereal blue soaks the bottomless reaches of unlit sky giving the impression of visual pattern that worn stone-washed levi’s have. Perhaps like an early sailor’s map, faded around the edges. This tonal unevenness snatches my attention for quite some time as I watch the glamorous stars pike through somehow softly.
Miniature lobsters are all over my body. On my legs, on my arms, my belly, my chest and one on my lower neck beneath my voice box. The miniature lobsters do not move and they feel somewhat cool to the skin. With my head still I try and look around me and what I see is an expansive lifeless desert of rocks and sand and no plant in sight. I see that I lie on a large square of the before mentioned unknown material. A square large enough to call a gathering of people, it is made of only one singular mass and massive it is, perfect in appearance.
Suddenly the miniature lobsters crawl away except for the one on my lower neck. I carefully pick up the miniature lobster off my neck and look at it inside my palm with my chin on my chest. The miniature lobster miraculously becomes instantly hardened and lifeless like stone.
I stand up and turn around to face the direction I could not previously see, holding the hardened miniature lobster within my hand. A building of great magnitude and bereft of discernible features is before me. Made of the same ambiguous material I am standing on, I see no window, no entrance, no decoration.
I walk towards the mysterious building and feel a tickle of the miniature lobster springing to life within my hand. Scurrying out of my hand, it goes quickly up the wall and explodes with the dust of emerald light.
I am alone now fully clothed. Emerald eyes peer out of the emptiness. A door is before me, standing on it’s own. The light increases into a dim blur and I can see a small crowd of people on the other side of the line, the line of which the singular free-standing door is situated perfectly upon.
Someone says loudly, “Don’t cross that line!”
I notice a sign on the door that says, “No emotions necessary. Drama prohibited.” I reach my hand out at the door knob and someone else says, “Not without the secret password!”
I reply, “What’s the secret password?”
Several of them say together, “We don’t know!”
A small voice in the crowd says, “The sign on the door says ‘No fairytales necessary. Lying prohibited!’”
I say with a laugh under my smile ready to puff out but the laugh doesn’t materialize, “Okay, so I shouldn’t have a problem opening the door then.”
All I see is a buzzing portal into another dimension. A line of people are walking into it. There seems a vibrational pool of liquid plasma fizzing near the center of the portal. Each time someone walks into it the room is momentarily warping like one were bending perfectly clear plexiglass and my ears are dampened with a short deafness. This phenomenon reminds me of the buoyancy of water but on a thicker level of density. Like snapping a rubber band. And so they walk into it every few seconds and the resulting bend of space-time in the room warps visually and makes the air in the room feel like it bursts with the texture of liquid drops that fall into a bucket.
The room is like a cavern, perhaps an underground facility. There are scientists at a table. A floating sphere rolls around on the air in a circle like a glob of lava lamp oil infinitely. Red and orange is the sphere, glowing with a low incandescence. Everything has a neon tint to it.
I ask the scientists, “Where are they going?”
One of them answers, “The Empire.”
“What do you mean, the Empire?” I ask. “Where is the Empire?”
“Much closer to the center of the Milky Way than our solar system.” One of them answers.
“What year is it?” I ask.
I’m on a ski lift with somebody nearing the top of a mountain slope. I’m instantly filled with adrenaline. I look down the mountain out the side of the cart and say, “Wait a minute. What’s going on?!”
“Γιατί μιλάς έτσι , ανόητο άνθρωπο;” Says the girl in the cart with me.
I say, “What?!” In bewilderment that we are not speaking the same language.
She says, “Ετοιμαστείτε , μωρό μου! Με ξέρεις και τον επείγοντα χαρακτήρα αισθάνομαι .”
I shut up for a minute and grabbed my poles tightly and waited as the cart made the last stretch of the climb. We both got safely onto the starting point nearly simultaneously and as we did I snatched the sleeve of her snowsuit up in my hand and said, “Wait! I don’t know how to ski!”
She said, “Ατλαντίδα, γιατί μιλάτε σαν αυτό;” with a noticeable worry on her lips.
I yanked my scarf down so my mouth was visible and raised my snow goggles off my eyes. She made a high squeak sound and let her ski-poles go and they stood up stuck into the snow. She said loudly and excitedly, “Ποιος είσαι;! Πού είναι αγαπητέ μου Ατλαντίδα;!”
I said, “I can’t understand you!”
And the Empire lay before us with a magnificent splendor. Exhilaration teemed in my veins like an oxygenation overdose. The ever vivacious scream of life surged through me with an overwhelming force. “I am so alive!” I shouted with laughter, throwing my arms skyward.
Clothed in sandals and a decorated tunic, my belt was made of leather and a simple medallion of gold hung off my neck on a leather throng.
“Ah ha! Yes, you are alive. Your strong blood can heal dead trees. You are great! Truly great.” A short bald man wearing a simple cloak said. He looked like he was actually dragging a blanket around rather than wearing legitimate clothing.
I said, “Yes! But how!? How am I so alive that I might burst with the power of Helios! Even when I was young I hadn’t felt this great! This power… it is like fire burning through my head through my toes and all around! I can break a cow’s neck!”
A topless woman wearing a feathered skirt and sandals said, “Have you forgotten the quantum computer?”
Full Price
http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?84822-Full-Price
A Tale Beyond Belief
http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?84886-A-Tale-Beyond-Belief
Adam the Android
http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?84941-Adam-the-Android
Tell This With Truth
http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?85054-Tell-This-With-Truth
Rock and Roll Will Live On
http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?85139-Rock-and-Roll-Will-Live-On
2015 Blog (24 Shorts)
http://www.NewSecret2016.blogspot.com
If you could make cohesive sense of such profound serendipity and take your inner show into your own hands… ah, but you cannot. So like a camera you observe the unfolding patchwork calculus with a total agglomeration of your self-awareness.
And while rising out of slumber the tattered imagery quickly disintegrates like an ancient puzzle, riddling your clouded mind and leaving you as you wonder if you held the key to something universal, something unlamented, yet uncovered.
And within your full awakeness your dreamtime memory is entirely immersed into the obscure nadirs of amnesia. Unknown it is, known it was. Now residue on your soul, gone to the unknown.
- - - - - - - - - - - - -
Mine was a dream of symbolism. Things that seemed branded with idyllic value, demanding my muse decipher their meanings and wring beneficial wisdoms and truths out of their seemingly esoteric essence. I string them together here, only this once in a collection fitted where their pieces are adequately agreeable. Through this careful method I observed themes connected in a particularly extraordinary threadlike manner, inspiring was each connection unveiled and further I searched with the hopes of some sort of disclosure on the whole, that I should uncloak a hidden message. While as all dreams are up to interpretation, mine are no different and of what might not be present as insightful, these recollections entertain the psyche and provoke the imagination. And I present you with the ending product of that effort:
My fingers are folded onto my chest, hands together. I wear my swimming shorts and am otherwise naked. Lying straight in a line, my legs are together, knees unbent. On a smooth surface I lie but it isn’t made of stone or metal or anything else I am familiar with.
I stare above into the sky. The sky is starry and twinkles with extra glamor than that of what I see while I am awake. A tinge of ethereal blue soaks the bottomless reaches of unlit sky giving the impression of visual pattern that worn stone-washed levi’s have. Perhaps like an early sailor’s map, faded around the edges. This tonal unevenness snatches my attention for quite some time as I watch the glamorous stars pike through somehow softly.
Miniature lobsters are all over my body. On my legs, on my arms, my belly, my chest and one on my lower neck beneath my voice box. The miniature lobsters do not move and they feel somewhat cool to the skin. With my head still I try and look around me and what I see is an expansive lifeless desert of rocks and sand and no plant in sight. I see that I lie on a large square of the before mentioned unknown material. A square large enough to call a gathering of people, it is made of only one singular mass and massive it is, perfect in appearance.
Suddenly the miniature lobsters crawl away except for the one on my lower neck. I carefully pick up the miniature lobster off my neck and look at it inside my palm with my chin on my chest. The miniature lobster miraculously becomes instantly hardened and lifeless like stone.
I stand up and turn around to face the direction I could not previously see, holding the hardened miniature lobster within my hand. A building of great magnitude and bereft of discernible features is before me. Made of the same ambiguous material I am standing on, I see no window, no entrance, no decoration.
I walk towards the mysterious building and feel a tickle of the miniature lobster springing to life within my hand. Scurrying out of my hand, it goes quickly up the wall and explodes with the dust of emerald light.
I am alone now fully clothed. Emerald eyes peer out of the emptiness. A door is before me, standing on it’s own. The light increases into a dim blur and I can see a small crowd of people on the other side of the line, the line of which the singular free-standing door is situated perfectly upon.
Someone says loudly, “Don’t cross that line!”
I notice a sign on the door that says, “No emotions necessary. Drama prohibited.” I reach my hand out at the door knob and someone else says, “Not without the secret password!”
I reply, “What’s the secret password?”
Several of them say together, “We don’t know!”
A small voice in the crowd says, “The sign on the door says ‘No fairytales necessary. Lying prohibited!’”
I say with a laugh under my smile ready to puff out but the laugh doesn’t materialize, “Okay, so I shouldn’t have a problem opening the door then.”
All I see is a buzzing portal into another dimension. A line of people are walking into it. There seems a vibrational pool of liquid plasma fizzing near the center of the portal. Each time someone walks into it the room is momentarily warping like one were bending perfectly clear plexiglass and my ears are dampened with a short deafness. This phenomenon reminds me of the buoyancy of water but on a thicker level of density. Like snapping a rubber band. And so they walk into it every few seconds and the resulting bend of space-time in the room warps visually and makes the air in the room feel like it bursts with the texture of liquid drops that fall into a bucket.
The room is like a cavern, perhaps an underground facility. There are scientists at a table. A floating sphere rolls around on the air in a circle like a glob of lava lamp oil infinitely. Red and orange is the sphere, glowing with a low incandescence. Everything has a neon tint to it.
I ask the scientists, “Where are they going?”
One of them answers, “The Empire.”
“What do you mean, the Empire?” I ask. “Where is the Empire?”
“Much closer to the center of the Milky Way than our solar system.” One of them answers.
“What year is it?” I ask.
I’m on a ski lift with somebody nearing the top of a mountain slope. I’m instantly filled with adrenaline. I look down the mountain out the side of the cart and say, “Wait a minute. What’s going on?!”
“Γιατί μιλάς έτσι , ανόητο άνθρωπο;” Says the girl in the cart with me.
I say, “What?!” In bewilderment that we are not speaking the same language.
She says, “Ετοιμαστείτε , μωρό μου! Με ξέρεις και τον επείγοντα χαρακτήρα αισθάνομαι .”
I shut up for a minute and grabbed my poles tightly and waited as the cart made the last stretch of the climb. We both got safely onto the starting point nearly simultaneously and as we did I snatched the sleeve of her snowsuit up in my hand and said, “Wait! I don’t know how to ski!”
She said, “Ατλαντίδα, γιατί μιλάτε σαν αυτό;” with a noticeable worry on her lips.
I yanked my scarf down so my mouth was visible and raised my snow goggles off my eyes. She made a high squeak sound and let her ski-poles go and they stood up stuck into the snow. She said loudly and excitedly, “Ποιος είσαι;! Πού είναι αγαπητέ μου Ατλαντίδα;!”
I said, “I can’t understand you!”
And the Empire lay before us with a magnificent splendor. Exhilaration teemed in my veins like an oxygenation overdose. The ever vivacious scream of life surged through me with an overwhelming force. “I am so alive!” I shouted with laughter, throwing my arms skyward.
Clothed in sandals and a decorated tunic, my belt was made of leather and a simple medallion of gold hung off my neck on a leather throng.
“Ah ha! Yes, you are alive. Your strong blood can heal dead trees. You are great! Truly great.” A short bald man wearing a simple cloak said. He looked like he was actually dragging a blanket around rather than wearing legitimate clothing.
I said, “Yes! But how!? How am I so alive that I might burst with the power of Helios! Even when I was young I hadn’t felt this great! This power… it is like fire burning through my head through my toes and all around! I can break a cow’s neck!”
A topless woman wearing a feathered skirt and sandals said, “Have you forgotten the quantum computer?”
Full Price
http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?84822-Full-Price
A Tale Beyond Belief
http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?84886-A-Tale-Beyond-Belief
Adam the Android
http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?84941-Adam-the-Android
Tell This With Truth
http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?85054-Tell-This-With-Truth
Rock and Roll Will Live On
http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?85139-Rock-and-Roll-Will-Live-On
2015 Blog (24 Shorts)
http://www.NewSecret2016.blogspot.com