dreamstate writing 5 April 2017
I was in a car passing through a long, lush valley bordered by tall mountains. The scene was lit by bright white light but I was not aware of a sun hanging in the firmament. Operating the vehicle was another person, a man, I think. We passed old stone structures nested together in medieval-style towns, moving eventually higher, onto a plain of flowing grasses devoid of structures.
As we gained in elevation I began to notice what appeared to be mines in the mountains to our right. Though we were a couple score miles away I could clearly see yawning circular caverns set deep into the soaring, rounded peaks. Broad collars of metal rimmed each gaping entrance. Emerging from these caverns and linking them together were networks of cables upon which rode tiny vehicles lit fore and aft with lights of varying colors.
The person with me asked if I wanted to see where the extracted materials were being processed. I said that I did, whereupon he and I were suddenly in a small room in which the aforementioned cables terminated. The materials - compressed into tiny cubes wrapped in plastic - were being fed into a large machine of some sort. A control panel took up the central third of the front of the contraption, complete with dials, levers, and screens displaying alphanumerics. A mechanism for weighing and moving the materials rotated in an ellipsis around the rest of the front of the machine. Borne on the aforementioned tiny vehicles, the materials entered the room on cables that ran through holes set into its right-hand wall. The conveyor featured catch-cups that were designed to split open and dump their contents into a metal-rimmed circular hole over which the machine sat. I reached forward and took a cube from one of the cups. It was very light but I sensed that it was of infinite size and unknowable density. I picked at its cellphone-like wrapper. It was stamped with decals of some sort that shimmered in the room’s diffuse light.
The hole into which the cubes dropped after having been weighed and counted opened and shut constantly via a sort of guillotine. The man with me said that in order for me to leave the room I would have to jump through that hole. I could tell that it was too small for my shoulders to fit through, however, and the speed at which it opened and shut was too fast for gravity to pull me through without my feet or head being chopped off. I hesitated, perplexed, then awoke.
americanifesto / JPR / whorphan / 場黑麥
I was in a car passing through a long, lush valley bordered by tall mountains. The scene was lit by bright white light but I was not aware of a sun hanging in the firmament. Operating the vehicle was another person, a man, I think. We passed old stone structures nested together in medieval-style towns, moving eventually higher, onto a plain of flowing grasses devoid of structures.
As we gained in elevation I began to notice what appeared to be mines in the mountains to our right. Though we were a couple score miles away I could clearly see yawning circular caverns set deep into the soaring, rounded peaks. Broad collars of metal rimmed each gaping entrance. Emerging from these caverns and linking them together were networks of cables upon which rode tiny vehicles lit fore and aft with lights of varying colors.
The person with me asked if I wanted to see where the extracted materials were being processed. I said that I did, whereupon he and I were suddenly in a small room in which the aforementioned cables terminated. The materials - compressed into tiny cubes wrapped in plastic - were being fed into a large machine of some sort. A control panel took up the central third of the front of the contraption, complete with dials, levers, and screens displaying alphanumerics. A mechanism for weighing and moving the materials rotated in an ellipsis around the rest of the front of the machine. Borne on the aforementioned tiny vehicles, the materials entered the room on cables that ran through holes set into its right-hand wall. The conveyor featured catch-cups that were designed to split open and dump their contents into a metal-rimmed circular hole over which the machine sat. I reached forward and took a cube from one of the cups. It was very light but I sensed that it was of infinite size and unknowable density. I picked at its cellphone-like wrapper. It was stamped with decals of some sort that shimmered in the room’s diffuse light.
The hole into which the cubes dropped after having been weighed and counted opened and shut constantly via a sort of guillotine. The man with me said that in order for me to leave the room I would have to jump through that hole. I could tell that it was too small for my shoulders to fit through, however, and the speed at which it opened and shut was too fast for gravity to pull me through without my feet or head being chopped off. I hesitated, perplexed, then awoke.
americanifesto / JPR / whorphan / 場黑麥
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