Saturday, June 3, 2006
'My 17 Years as an Unauthorized Jew' (The Good, section 4: Land Visions part 4: Revisiting the Most Beautiful Place on Earth)
The dessert south west is a land filled with extraordinary beauty and I think Ann and I would like more chances to travel there when and if we can have time. When I was 25 years old we took a road trip through Utah and saw many places like Zion, Bryce and Arches. We also went swimming in the Great Salt Lake and saw many more beautiful landscapes driving on that road trip.
When we went to Arches we hiked on several of the paths and by the time we made it to the path where the unexpected had happened to me over 10 years earlier Ann was too tired to walk. She stayed in the car and I walked by myself on this path where I had the same sort of experiences as if momentarily walked through another time and place. This was the second time this happened to me on the same path and I think there may be something wonderful and almost supernatural in that land.
Eighteen years later Ann and I wanted to return to Arches, and this time I decided to tell her how I had the 2 experiences walking on a certain path. We walked together on the path in 2005 and I found that I had a lot of uncertainty as to where the exact location was on the path that made me feel like I was in another land. I tried standing in a few places where I thought it might have happened without any success. Eventually I found what I thought was the approximate location, and it was beautiful clear day with no wind or sand blowing in that location. Before we left the park a few hours latter ended up walking through a very strong wind with a lot of blowing sand on a different path, but all of our experiences that day were part of a very ordinary day in a beautiful land.
When Ann and I went looking for the mysterious spot on the path I may have been wrong about the specific location. As best I could find that day I thought it was a little west of a small juniper tree, but in my memory now we should have been looking a little east of that tree. We missed it and were completely unable to find any experiences that might have caused us to feel we’ve stepped into another kind of space, but for me this area around the small tree is the most beautiful place on earth. When we turned around looking in all directions there seemed to be some sort of spacial illusion happening. All of the surrounding rock formations are at different distances, but somehow they appear to surround that space making it look like we were standing inside of a circle. It seems as if the area around the small juniper tree in the center of an incredibly beautiful land.
Posted by Stan on 06/03/06@09:51 PM CST ..::Link::..Whisper or Scream?
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
DREAM: Poison Ivy
Just to make sure I wasn't hallucinating (well, actually, I guess I was, I mean that's the whole point of dreaming, right?), I checked the As It Happens web site and sure enough, they did have a spot about Poison Ivy this morning. So the radio I was listening to was affecting my subconscious for this dream:
I dreamt that I was with some people who had poison ivy that was in concentrated pill form, that was supposed to be hallucinogenic. They were saying that if you took it, you would hallucinate, but the poison ivy wouldn't make you itch if you swallowed it. It didn't look like a pill or a capsule, but instead a weird small triangular-shaped thing with metal attached to it. I did take one of the pills, but then worried because I've had problems with allergic lip swelling in my past, and I was freaked out I would have a major itchy breakout on my lips, mouth and inside, so I spit as much of it out as I could.
Posted by Ann on 05/31/06@06:14 PM CST ..::Link::..A Whisper Inside.
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Travel Center DREAM
I dreamt I was at one of those "Bosselman Travel Centers" (oh boy, here come the google searches) like the kind you come across in the midwest on a major highway or interstate. In case you're a coastal creature with a suitcase full of frequent flyer miles and never had the pleasure of stopping at one of these, it's sort of like a cross between a convenience store/gas station/truck stop/game arcade. They're not as bad in the morning, but as the day wears on, they are best avoided. Personally, the rest areas provided by the DOT along the interstate are fine by me, but in case you must have black granite tile instead of standard issue concrete on the bathroom floors, and have a major hankering for mass quantities of beef jerky and cheesey arcade games, and enjoy seeing the Dekes and Delberts and scary women who hang out at these places (they're travelling...why are they spending long periods of time there? OK, don't ask) then these Travel Centers are up your alley. Anyway, to get back to the dream, I was at one of these places with Stan and some other guy...Tim? Bill? Who knows. We were sitting in a food court and eating and I needed to use the restroom, so I leave them, thinking it'll only take a few minutes. There is a huge line that has no order to it, women just hanging out there who don't even seem to be in line. I'm waiting and waiting, and have half a mind to leave and go back to the guys and find a restroom down the road somewhere. But instead I wait. I finally get a turn at a room, which is a bit disturbing. As I enter the stall, I realize inside there are doors to other stalls, all of which were empty. I can't find a place to set my stuff, so my purse and bags fall to the very dirty, wet ground. I start to cuss. Although I can't remember this part of the dream too well, I eventually leave and find my way back to Stan, hoping he's still there and hasn't reported me to the missing person's bureau. I don't know what happened to the other male we were with at this time. Then Stan and I are walking in the travel center, and it looks more like a museum. We get on a very large elevator with a bunch of other people, one of whom I recognize as someone we used to know (&i%@#). She is there with another women, who didn't look familiar to me, who had short dyed blonde hair. &i%@# recognizes us and acts like we're still friends. Also in the elevator is a bunch of people who are part of a large family gathering. One thing I've noticed is that people with big families have this way of acting very pompous and proud when gathered with said family in public areas (there is probably an Darwinian evolutionary explanation for this, kind of like a big ape beating on its chest exclaiming "I am a big breeder!" Woe to all you small breeders as my family is larger than yours, and you will either be bred with a member of my large family, or killed by them!"). The matriarch of this family is acting very pompous like that, pointing out all the people in the elevator and stating they are a member of her family (even though neither Stan nor I were, nor was &i%@# or &i%@#'s blonde friend). &i%@# looks at me and starts to laugh at the matriarch's foolish comments. Then &i%@# starts to make out with her blonde friend. Stan and are are whispering to eachother about the annoying matriarch and laughing about it, and I'm thinking that &i%@# will probably think I'm laughing about and whispering to Stan about her and her gal pal, however that wasn't the case, in fact I could care less about her indiscriminatory nymphomania as long as it didn't get close to us.
Posted by Ann on 05/30/06@09:27 AM CST ..::Link::..3 Screamers.
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