Part 1 of dream
~ Before cities, before hunted herds, before time's movement, above a stream on a green hill I watch. The midday sky catches the shoulders of a clan of Korean women. Standing and kneeling their casual line mirrors the bank. I join them. I am as quiet as them. Between each of us and the river stand small saplings, slung in their tiny forked branches are working silkworms, one for each of us. We are mulling over their preparation, waiting for evening and the worms to complete a small silk blanket for us to rest our heads on. A peaceable wind, hinting of time's birth blows the finished silks off the saplings. We each collect one. One of the girls holds my hand and we begin to climb the hills in search of a perfect cliff ledge. One to sleep on for a 100,000 years, safe and undisturbed through ice ages and evolution. We look out at the panorama one last time and see that the others have done the same. She and I place our heads together on the silk and sleep. I awake alone, she did not make it. I vomit metal fillings and blood, all that remains of her and the silk. I know I have slept to long, pass the 100,000 years.
Part 2 of dream
~ I am on a stone balcony. I lean out and look a mile down and then a mile up at utter machinery and endless lit balconies. It is a perpetual night city, electrified, where families rarely leave the balconies they were born on. Behind me is this balcony's birth family. The moment one is born here a hovering tablet, sparking thin, chest high accompanies you like a humming bird through life. It is a electronic game, a coded, vibrating mosaic of neon chicklets embedded with the DNA of your desires. A hypnotic live cross section of your life that constantly reveals the patterns of your thoughts and body functions at any given moment. The chicklets spark and fade, mathematically dancing as you hedge your life, manipulating desired outcomes on the screen. it is all that people do anymore. I peer up the city and I see a gigantic floating tablet many stories high, the fruit of the most avarice merging their tablets with the liked minded, boosting the chance of a worthwhile moment. This family is small and poor, lost in the dread of the flickering that has replaced life.
~ I wake up.
