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Dream: The dogspirit and the inorganic plant

Dream.

I’m lying in bed when the property maintenance guy comes in to fix my air-conditioner.

“I’m sleeping,” I tell him.

“That’s okay,” he says.

My apartment has been reversed. He starts moving furniture and boxes, and pulls out a vacuum cleaner. What this will do to repair the cooling system, I do not know. Of course, the noise disturbs my sleep, so I escape into a deeper room my dream has invented to play a video game.

The sound of cleaning is replaced with ripping and tearing.

“Boy, you’re a loud maintenance guy,” I say.

He walks through the threshold, whose frame now looks as though it has been gnawed on by a colossal mouse. With a self-satisfied smile bigger than my face, he gestures for me to follow. I oblige.

Hanging from the ceiling on the other side of the door is a massive, sprawling, inorganic plant. The flowers are a dripping purple, and I can see the vines are composed of what appears to be wire-casing. The vines race across the ceiling and walls.

“I’ve found it!” he says. “And it’s 12 miles long. 12 miles long!”

I fall on my back, passing out, and when I open my eyes, the maintenance man and the inorganic plant are gone. All is quiet and clean. The carpet is furnitureless and bare. Still, I watch the door, waitng for something, someone.

A fur-lined coat is hanging by the door. In this breezeless room, the arm of the coat lifts and points in my direction. From inside my apartment comes child’s laughter and the padding of a dog’s feet on the floor. Suddenly, I am being licked in the face by the ghost of a dog I can’t see.

The licking stops and I stand up, using the counter for support.

A gun is in my hand and it is pointed at the ceiling. It fires, blasting a hole above. I am stricken with terror at what I have done, because the hole is where my neighbor always stands. Blood pours through the hole; it comes like a fountain, pooling on the floor and then covering it. The level of the blood is rising, rising.

“I cannot swim in blood,” I say.

Dream Over

New Recipe: Rhinoceros Pancake

Rhinoceros Pancake

Ingredients

1 Rhinoceros
1 Field of sweetgrass
1 salt block
1 sugarlump



FIRST, MAKE FRIENDS WITH THE RHINO! IF NOT, HE WILL BE NERVOUS ABOUT
YOU FOLLOWING HIM AROUND WITH A SKILLET AND A BATTERY-POWERED
HOTPLATE, AND HE WILL PROBABLY TRY TO KILL YOU! TELL HIM HE HAS A
FINE NOSE. RHINOS ARE SELF-CONSCIOUS ABOUT THAT.

Be patient throughout the day. Bring plenty of sunscreen, because you
will be in Africa and it is hot there. Make sure the rhino consumes
the salt and sugar as well as plenty of grass and water. Offer him
other spices for varying tastes, BUT NOT CAYENNE PEPPER BECAUSE THE
RESULTS OF THIS WILL BE HORRIFYING! Your patience will eventually pay
off with an exceedingly large pancake.

Ten seconds on both sides. Serve to lunatics.

Mexican Notepad Story

I found this piece of paper between some books as I was packing to move. Just a tiny thing I must've written in Jalisco a few years ago:






He found the stain. It was underneath the rafters, between rusted ends of nails, and the spikes were too close together, preventing him from scratching it out with his sandpaper hands.

He swung his legs in irritation.