["back-post": written 2009-10-30, posted 2009-11-02]
Begin weird dream.
I'm sitting around in a place… an unfamiliar institutional setting of some kind.
We're in Korea, but no one there is Korean. One of those dream-facts that are simply "known," that we're in Korea.
We're discussing veganism. I'm pontificating: veganism is a good idea, but it's like right actions for the wrong reasons… it's just like so many other health-related fads and panics.
Think about religion, in the same way: right actions for wrong reasons.
Well, the others are agreeing or disagreeing, but politely. Polite discourse.
Some really old-looking man comes in, with a poofy white beard and wild hair, but neatly dressed. looks a little bit like Victor Maclane (remember him?). I wonder, is the place we're sitting around actually the Casa, in Mexico City?
He comes in, bows politely, and indicates that he needs access to an electrical outlet behind someone's chair. We rearrange ourselves and let him set up his device. The device looks like something related to cookery. But he simply turns it on and then leaves the room, a-puttering.
And suddenly this heavy, repetitive baseline begins, and a melody in low-tones begins to rattle over and over. It sounds as if it's being played on only the bottom octave of the piano: dun-da-duh-dun-da-duh-dun-da-duh-dunn-dunn. But a catchy little hook melody, all the same. Well, something like that. Really, it's like a club or rave dj track.
The noise is coming out of the device the old man plugged in. The old man is standing in the doorway, looking back at our alarmed expressions, grinning mischieviously.
What's with that?
End weird dream.