Do not postpone your happiness;
It is a precious gem within you
Hidden in the muck of your discontent
Waiting to be polished.
Lots of strange dreams last night, all centering around Death and Transformation.
I am living with one of my best friends, with his large family, in an enormous house. Domestically, everything seems harmonious enough. I speak to his Mother-in-Law who offers me her cat, which both smells like and resembles a freshly-baked cake. In spite of all this seeming normality, I know that, at the end of the day, my friend is going to take me out to a secret island, along with three other Masters of villainous pedigree, and have us all fight to the death. I do not know why he is intent on doing this, as we otherwise seem to be on very good terms. I try and take it all in my stride, but the thought of possibly dying disturbs me deeply.
As a sort of detour from this earlier dream, I take a walk around the local town, which is very much past its heyday; most of the old classic hot-spots have been replaced by factories and mechanics. One place still in existence, though, is a bar/club called ‘The Secret Life.’ I go inside, and admire a cabinet filled with various items used for divination: tarot cards and crystals. A young boy comes up to me, and asks me to explain their meaning. He quickly metamorphoses into a young Asian woman, who proceeds to dance around me in an exotic and ridiculous fashion. I become aware that she is actually strangling me with her sash, and that this is part of some peculiar spell. There is a sudden flash-forward, and I find myself as the driver of a double-decker bus. She has taken possession of me, and directs me to crash the bus, killing almost everyone onboard. This results in a battalion of ghosts. We are all quite happy to be dead, and understand that we have a mission to fulfill.
I take a trip to a large, corporate building, as I have been told there is a special library on the top floor, which houses a rare book on Transgender Sexuality. After travelling through various board rooms, offices, and lesser libraries, I reach the penultimate floor. The only way this top library can be accessed is via a completely vertical staircase. I try gripping onto it, but the handles begin to fall apart, and I realize there is no floor beneath this climbing area. A group of girls who are with me climb up with ease, and find my fear of heights both whimsical and absurd. Later on, whilst at a party, watching Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, I meet a man who has stabbed various knives through his arms as sort of masochistic fashion statement.
Disillusioned and dismayed
Venus in Retrograde
I am lacking in clarity
But I can see clearly enough
To see that nothing is clear
The Sun and Moon interchange
Like thugs getting upset
Over some lost parlor game
With everything as it is
How can I escape
This perpetual stalemate?
But the House Martins are still happy
So why shouldn’t I be?
I want to see the world as it was
Before anybody determined
What is was to be
I want to see what a human was
Before anybody created notions of humanity
I want to know peace and harmony
As they were
Before anybody felt so distant from them
They needed to define them as words
In order to lure them back
I want the past to mingle with my present
For the primal to subsume
All that has deviated from it
Few lines are as holy as this:
“All things reverse,
And reach the great headwaters.”
To return to state without error:
That is ultimately what we all