Snoisnemid

Snoisnemid

The forest looks like a forest. Leaves abounded on earth’s floors. Their spread appeared to match all memories of true leaves.

“If it rained, would it feel like rain? How would its structure, its makeup, differ from true rain?” as if questioning herself, not her travel companion, Tage’s mind searched for formulations to solve the strange, new, awkward land that reality and existence had found her in. “It is rain. It is our rain, our matter,” Egassap answered the words like light feathers falling through trees on wind currents.

He knew Tage saw him as a youngling does their own Mother, to bring her to the light to show her this land, his home. She a foreign creature to him, these duties he fulfilled to educate and navigate the newly fallen and those who mistakenly crossover, who are lost.

The place they existed in had no actual entrance or exit. How can this be? To exist without knowing how you came to be “born” into this society of the unknown. This was one world, one of the better ones to have fallen into. For now, Tage was fortunate if young Egassap could keep her here.

They were in the land of the makers. Everything had been made and molded to replicate what the 3rd dimension, the birthplace of the first original humans, had. Their scientists fabricated the grass, the trees, and the water.

One of the Edges of the Earth

This story is my way of describing a dream I had about discovering one of the many ends of the Earth.

The willow darkens the space it surrounds.

The darkness is too much for some. It encompasses the words ‘they’ hear in their heads.

The sounds in the shaded murk, the space between time, the welcoming obsidian endlessness of it all, the edge of the earth.

A place that never existed for some, a nightmare for others, an odyssey, a question, a pondering of what science is, what ‘man’ is. 

There is a store with goods. There is a green room with real, miniature, toy robots that shoot, hot, smoky, laser beams.

There is a storage room that opens to this aforementioned darkness.

The floor is roller rink smooth, light golden tan, it flows to nowhere.

How can you describe the openness and endlessness of a space filled with pure immeasurable depth?

The question does not linger in my mind, for it cannot be answered.

The husk walks to this end of the earth, coming to a place where the polished ground beneath it’s feet seems to end, yet when looking down it sees that the floor plan below, actually, has a deep, round, curvature, like a classic ski jump, appearing to be only slightly longer than their body and finishing with a sharp abrupt edge, which someone could potentially slide down and stand upon.

An awkward fear fills the observer, as they realize that the floor appears to stop here, like an unsafe observation deck, where one would view space without light.

Suddenly, uncontrollably, the floor beneath them moves, sending them forward, slipping down the curve. They somehow find their footing before almost flying off into the outer-space before them.

Panic, fear, resolve. Trying to rest their back against the inward bow of the polished slope,their feet barely able to balance, the soles tipping away from, and towards, the void.

They rest, finally, on the edge, they grasp, they fear, they wonder at the empty, intangible, matter before them.

Then without question, an unexplainable freedom. They are walking, without remembering their first step, onto and into the darkness before them.

Walking through space that feels more like an unlit closet, then a powerful beyond. Walking to nowhere. In the viewers distance planets and stars, suspended by wires. Would they reach them? To awaken, before understanding, before finding, a reason.

Another Dream: The Moon

I am going to share another dream, though I’m not sure why I shared the last one. Many of the dreams I’ve had, happen over again on different nights, being redreamt from different perspectives and viewpoints.

In this particular dream I awoke or should I say, I fell asleep and when I entered the dream world it started me right on the moon, in a lab coat. It was like we were on the back side of the moon, but it was flat and angled like a tilted table and my colleagues and I were on the highest part of the tilt looking down on the earth. The oddest thing is we weren’t in total darkness, but instead had what felt like a bright star or another further away moon shining on us from behind. I’m not sure what it was, but it was a bright white light making things pristine and profoundly crisp, delicate and dare I say it beautiful. It’s like a mini vacation for my mind, just remembering it.

We were scientists watching the earth and our latest problem was a meteor or a comet, I can’t quite remember, but it was actually due to hit none other than the southern corner of Wisconsin, the area closest to Minnesota and they or we, were desperately trying to prevent that from happening. As the dream happened many a year ago now, I’m quite hopeful they were successful. It does remind me of another dream where a comet or something hit Lake Superior and caused massive flooding, affecting quite a lot of people in Duluth and Minnesota areas. Anyhow that was a dreadful dream and definitely not one worth revisiting. 

This moon dream caused me to have many a daydream and theory throwing party in my mind about what the moon could really be. Here is one theory. It could be a large metal magnetic hollow sphere that can change into multiple shapes. The magnetic pull somehow attracts the cosmic dirt and dust to it’s surface, this acts as a nice camouflage for the outside of the moon, as the inside is actually full of open spaces, labs and large stairs.

If you happen to read this please remember that it was only a dream and I am only a daydreamer…