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adrienmundiI was in a big but "normal" house with lots of people. It was a party, the strange sort of sprawling all house, all members party of booze and maybe pot where no one is terribly concerned with being cool, just... weird.
The house was on a small lake, and the sky was very clear, reflected in the water when you looked out the window. At some point the party started turning unsettling/weird. There was one guy who kept speaking more and more ominously, saying that everyone needed to remember that at 1:30 the sky went out, and that he wasn't joking. People laughed at first, then became increasingly, grimly uncomfortable as he kept saying it over time. At one point, he looked directly at me and said I, in particular, needed to remember this, and it had the weight of some message, some out of context lesson for me.
There was some other guy, an older, charismatic Frank Zappa-like person who was friendly and seemed to give me more than usual consideration, but without the weirdness of the oracle dude. At one point I was wandering the house (coming back from the bathroom?) and opened a closed door. The Zappa guy was in there with a collection of people that, if he'd been less gentle or more of an egotist, would have seemed like holding court. When I apologized for barging in, he said they were just sitting around talking about Important Things, but that I was welcome because I certainly qualified (as an Important Thing).
(I'm not doing justice to the feeling oracle dude and the Zappa guy increasingly gave me, that I was not only not of these people, this time and/or place, but that the whole thing was staged for my benefit, that maybe it was even something that already happened but was being replayed so I got the message. It was increasingly disturbing and unsettling.)
I was in the living room, where the big plate glass window looked out over the lake, when suddenly everything out there went dark. The sky was pitch black, no stars, no light at all, and what little I could see of the lake from light from the houses was black like thick, menacing ink. Everyone in the house started yelling or freaking out, and the sense of menace, of gigantic, universal doom, was so sharp that it woke me up with my heart pounding. It took me a few minutes to differentiate dream from waking. When I could bring myself to look outside, I couldn't see any stars, but with a mental wrenching of my mind, I remembered the sky was cloudy when we came home, and that I wouldn't know for sure until the sun came up (I remember telling my sleepy self that the sun was a star, so if it rose, things were OK, even though I still worried that I wouldn't feel at ease until I saw a starry night sky.)
What the hell was going on in my mind? I still don't get it, even though the immediacy of the unsettling feelings have receded.
The house was on a small lake, and the sky was very clear, reflected in the water when you looked out the window. At some point the party started turning unsettling/weird. There was one guy who kept speaking more and more ominously, saying that everyone needed to remember that at 1:30 the sky went out, and that he wasn't joking. People laughed at first, then became increasingly, grimly uncomfortable as he kept saying it over time. At one point, he looked directly at me and said I, in particular, needed to remember this, and it had the weight of some message, some out of context lesson for me.
There was some other guy, an older, charismatic Frank Zappa-like person who was friendly and seemed to give me more than usual consideration, but without the weirdness of the oracle dude. At one point I was wandering the house (coming back from the bathroom?) and opened a closed door. The Zappa guy was in there with a collection of people that, if he'd been less gentle or more of an egotist, would have seemed like holding court. When I apologized for barging in, he said they were just sitting around talking about Important Things, but that I was welcome because I certainly qualified (as an Important Thing).
(I'm not doing justice to the feeling oracle dude and the Zappa guy increasingly gave me, that I was not only not of these people, this time and/or place, but that the whole thing was staged for my benefit, that maybe it was even something that already happened but was being replayed so I got the message. It was increasingly disturbing and unsettling.)
I was in the living room, where the big plate glass window looked out over the lake, when suddenly everything out there went dark. The sky was pitch black, no stars, no light at all, and what little I could see of the lake from light from the houses was black like thick, menacing ink. Everyone in the house started yelling or freaking out, and the sense of menace, of gigantic, universal doom, was so sharp that it woke me up with my heart pounding. It took me a few minutes to differentiate dream from waking. When I could bring myself to look outside, I couldn't see any stars, but with a mental wrenching of my mind, I remembered the sky was cloudy when we came home, and that I wouldn't know for sure until the sun came up (I remember telling my sleepy self that the sun was a star, so if it rose, things were OK, even though I still worried that I wouldn't feel at ease until I saw a starry night sky.)
What the hell was going on in my mind? I still don't get it, even though the immediacy of the unsettling feelings have receded.
