The Other Side of
the Looking Glass
I dreamt I was being led down a green corridor to a green gas chamber, like Caryl Chessman. I knew the procedure, so I wasn't worried. The executioner was talking to me through a mesh grating, like a microphone or a confessional. He told me to hold my breath when I hear the pellet drop. But, suddenly, I panicked, fearing that maybe I didn't know the process as well as I thought I did, and I didn't want to die!
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I found myself naked, and I watched, like in a movie, as a translucent self just got up and wrapped my body up in large spinach leaves. I felt more comfortable then, and I became fascinated by a vegetable display of sprouts with little beautiful narcissus flowers growing out of their tops.
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I was in a car constructed of a rectangle of graph paper, with two people. A woman in a red dress was at a wall, which I thought she was trying to climb. I leaned out of the car and gave her a push. She reached the top and was about to grab a sprinkler nozzle on the ceiling. I told her not to, but she grabbed it anyway. It broke off, and she fell to the ground on the other side.
Glimpses of the future, omens of things to come, repositories of each individual's sense of continuity ... the meaning and purpose