DargVader
Rising Star
As I back up from my window I am aware of two things: my head is compressed into something the shape of a football, and my lamp is emitting cosmic rays. I try to stop the lamp, I don’t want it staining my carpet. As I dive for it I fall down into a pool, I have no Idea how deep it is but I am surrounded by shining stars.
I glance up at my ceiling, a skeleton is dancing out of its frame and waving at me. Jim Morrison folds his arms and watches me. Jimi Hendrix is melting alongside Ganesh, oozing down towards my face. The stuffed deer head on my wall leans down and smiles over its sunglasses.
I manage to extract myself from the galactic ocean. I sit up against my bed which is faintly pulsing with color and patterns from my lamp. I stare at my TV. The reflections of posters on its blank screen swirl into a totem of a thunder-bird. Jim Morrison is peering out of its eye as if looking out of a porthole on a cruise ship.
I lay down to close my eyes, the environment around me won’t let me. My drawers keep rearranging inside my dresser, everything demands attention but I need to close my eyes. As soon as they are finally closed, I find myself fading into a different room. It is green, then red, pink, turquoise, flashing, pulsing, currents flooding down its sides. Before me stands a princess but I can only see her back. She begins to talk but all I can see is her mouth, I realize she is a cartoon, and not real. The room shakes, waves in a vibration, it is my heartbeat. The walls begin dripping down and i have the sensation of standing in a sea of melted Taffy. The princess urges me to follow her. We begin ascending a ramp around the sides of the room. A puddle of taffy fills up the room the higher we go, creating the illusion of the floor following us. I glance back for a moment to tell her that something is wrong, but she isnt there, a giant glass sculpture looms over me, i stare back into the room and see a current of liquid glass falling from the ceiling.
The room was dark and moist. I could barely sense its dimensions; how far the walls lay from where i stood, i could even sense the floor below my feet or am i falling? No, not falling, perhaps floating. Have i separated from the planet? Am I merely standing in some remote area of space?
My thoughts shift nervously to the sound of feet dragging towards my room. I hear a knock, suddenly light floods into the room, illuminating my hands as I shield my eyes. Through the impenetrable darkness a door has opened. Great worn dark wood, embossed with frozen ancient faces, a great eye stares down with a sunburst spiraling out of it just above an immense brass knocker.
My eyes focus on what lies beyond the door. A slope of green lawn curves up and away. There is no a cloud in the sky beyond the door. Distantly I spy mountains and atop the hill a Bo Tree stands, embracing the earth with spreading branches and roots lavishly draping the rocks it sits upon.
Again I hear footsteps approaching the door. My heart races, I hear running, someone is breathing heavily, entire towns, cities; some laughing, cheering, shouting, screaming. Terror is coming for the perfect hill. A man runs into sight, he is tall, wearing a grey suit on a bony frame. He runs into the door, knocking it flat off its hinges. I step forward, both lie flat on the floor. Blood flows from the man’s head, I recognize him. He is dead but I see his head slowly rising out of the puddle of blood on the floor. Two damp empty sockets stare up at me. Rooted to the spot, melting in place with fear. It rises, soggy in its own blood reaching out. There are others entering the door now, sliding along, coming for me.
My eyes slam open withe the force of a supernova. I am in the familiar dark room, although now I am surrounded by moons and stars. Drifting in eternity, I need to breathe.
I glance up at my ceiling, a skeleton is dancing out of its frame and waving at me. Jim Morrison folds his arms and watches me. Jimi Hendrix is melting alongside Ganesh, oozing down towards my face. The stuffed deer head on my wall leans down and smiles over its sunglasses.
I manage to extract myself from the galactic ocean. I sit up against my bed which is faintly pulsing with color and patterns from my lamp. I stare at my TV. The reflections of posters on its blank screen swirl into a totem of a thunder-bird. Jim Morrison is peering out of its eye as if looking out of a porthole on a cruise ship.
I lay down to close my eyes, the environment around me won’t let me. My drawers keep rearranging inside my dresser, everything demands attention but I need to close my eyes. As soon as they are finally closed, I find myself fading into a different room. It is green, then red, pink, turquoise, flashing, pulsing, currents flooding down its sides. Before me stands a princess but I can only see her back. She begins to talk but all I can see is her mouth, I realize she is a cartoon, and not real. The room shakes, waves in a vibration, it is my heartbeat. The walls begin dripping down and i have the sensation of standing in a sea of melted Taffy. The princess urges me to follow her. We begin ascending a ramp around the sides of the room. A puddle of taffy fills up the room the higher we go, creating the illusion of the floor following us. I glance back for a moment to tell her that something is wrong, but she isnt there, a giant glass sculpture looms over me, i stare back into the room and see a current of liquid glass falling from the ceiling.
The room was dark and moist. I could barely sense its dimensions; how far the walls lay from where i stood, i could even sense the floor below my feet or am i falling? No, not falling, perhaps floating. Have i separated from the planet? Am I merely standing in some remote area of space?
My thoughts shift nervously to the sound of feet dragging towards my room. I hear a knock, suddenly light floods into the room, illuminating my hands as I shield my eyes. Through the impenetrable darkness a door has opened. Great worn dark wood, embossed with frozen ancient faces, a great eye stares down with a sunburst spiraling out of it just above an immense brass knocker.
My eyes focus on what lies beyond the door. A slope of green lawn curves up and away. There is no a cloud in the sky beyond the door. Distantly I spy mountains and atop the hill a Bo Tree stands, embracing the earth with spreading branches and roots lavishly draping the rocks it sits upon.
Again I hear footsteps approaching the door. My heart races, I hear running, someone is breathing heavily, entire towns, cities; some laughing, cheering, shouting, screaming. Terror is coming for the perfect hill. A man runs into sight, he is tall, wearing a grey suit on a bony frame. He runs into the door, knocking it flat off its hinges. I step forward, both lie flat on the floor. Blood flows from the man’s head, I recognize him. He is dead but I see his head slowly rising out of the puddle of blood on the floor. Two damp empty sockets stare up at me. Rooted to the spot, melting in place with fear. It rises, soggy in its own blood reaching out. There are others entering the door now, sliding along, coming for me.
My eyes slam open withe the force of a supernova. I am in the familiar dark room, although now I am surrounded by moons and stars. Drifting in eternity, I need to breathe.
