He’s putting things together. Ready to put that shoe on the other foot, Una?
I’ve been thinking a lot about a dream I had a week ago. Something about it keeps me coming back. The energy and the narrative of it. I almost want to turn it into a short story. And since it’s been a while since I shared one of my crazy weird dreams, I thought I’d post it here.
I am at a large conference, held at a hotel that has seen better days. Many, if not most, of the attendees are women. We are assigned various classes, although what classes are available, or why we should go to them, is very unclear. In my first class, the teacher approaches me and says:
“You are The Wolf. You will see The End of the world.”
At first, I do not take this very seriously.
As the days pass, many of my classmates start to exhibit strange abilities. One is compulsively driven to scratch geometric images on various surfaces, in what she calls “The Language of Spiders.” Another is surrounded by arcs of blue electricity, as though she’s constantly being visibly electrocuted, but she seems perfectly immune to the effects.
The classes themselves are less interesting. I’m told to go to a course on snails, but they overbook the room and I end up in the hallway. In another class we’re given drums, but not taught anything about how to use them. At night, we’re shepherded in a shuffling mass out of the building in absolute darkness, because the managers of the conference couldn’t afford to pay the hotel for both the daytime and nighttime, so the lights were shut off when their payment for the day ran out. When we’re on the second story we have to use the stairs to get out, entirely by feel.
The final class I take is a cupcake class, although there are neither cooking implements nor ingredients in sight. Instead, the instructor, a very nervous personality, is completely preoccupied by the rain that starts to fall outside. He keeps expressing concern about how we’d get back to our lodgings safely. Then he asks which of us has clairvoyance, but doesn’t ever provide a reason for why he is asking. Regardless, The teacher seems afraid that we would be in danger going home, but unwilling or unable to do anything about it.
Because of the rain, people are scattered going back. Some get cabs. Others run or walk in the rain. I get separated from the others and lose my way.
A man in a long black coat and a top hat notices me and offers to help. He leads me into a warren of wooden stairs and platforms up to his flat. As he opens the door, he introduces himself as either Doctor Jekyll or Mr. Hyde, telling me he’ll introduce me to his flatmate shortly. Then he steps into his lit apartment, turns around, and very pointedly turns out the lights. It becomes pitch black inside. He leaves the door open, so I can follow, but instead I leave.
I hurry up the hill, convinced I am in danger. I think of my pursuit as “a wolf” and know if he catches me, he’ll kill me.
“If I am THE Wolf,” I reason, “The only way to catch A wolf is to become one.”
Something in my mind shifts and I let myself sink into the essence of The Wolf. The world around me becomes dark, with everything in dim blocks of grey.
Except for the Wolves.
No matter the distance, I can see them. Down the hill, in the city below, their shapes burn brightly. Dozens of them. They look like glowing white chalk drawings. I know that’s how I look too, only much, much larger.
“After this,” I think to myself, “I’ll track the rest of them down too. Every single one. What better hunter to send after wolves than The Wolf herself?”
Behind me, coming up the hill, I see one wolf who is fairly close. I know this to be Mr. Hyde. He is pursuing me, although it is clear he does not know what I truly am. If he did, he wouldn’t dare follow. I lay a trail for him to track, leading to a barn near the top of the hill.
He does not expect his prey to make a trap for him.
The dream becomes hazy for a while. I know Hyde comes and I kill him. I come back to myself in the middle of a massive round mandala on the floor of the barn. It is written in his blood. At the center is his arm, but it is unclear if the limb is still attached to his body.
I know I have truly become The Wolf. Or at least taken the first step.
I wonder if the reason I will see the End of the World is that I might be the one who causes it.
Had any good weird dreams of your own lately?