wild_zero

in case you ever wanted to know, here is a dream i had last night, which disturbed me profoundly in the morning and made me trace my roots. more on that later, but here is the dream itself.

i'm at some kind of strip club. the lights are dim and the music is loud. i feel alienated when i walk in. i am alone. i take my place at the bar. i order a beer, something casual. none of the strippers look interesting enough to capture my attention. i have little to focus on. there's the beer, and the lights, and noise, but really, all i've got is just me in the thick of it all.

then, a guy starts talking to me. i don't really want to talk to him, so i make small talk and back off. he's drunk and i don't want to talk to a drunk guy at a strip club.

then, several men walk in with big coats. they push their way to the back wall. one man starts arguing with a woman at the bar. she pulls out a small revolver. she fires a round.

everything becomes chaos. the men start pulling out bigger guns and the entire club is ablaze in gunfire. i crawl towards the back of the bar with a couple of people and wait until the shooting stops.

then, i suddenly remember, my green shoes and my messenger bag are still in the middle of the bar. i crawl carefully along its side and reach where i was sitting, but my bag and shoes have moved to the middle. nobody is hurt - everyone is just huddling on the floor, afraid.

it is at this moment that the pterodactyl swoops over the crowd. everyone is pleased, and we know that the shooting is over.

i crawl carefully and retrieve my bag and shoes. then, i carefully crouch walk over to the exit and leave the club.

outside, i encounter a group of people. the tone has shifted from fear to that of complete wellness. we exchange some small talk, and i learn that this guy in the group is the owner of the pterodactyl. he shows me two cones which contain the pterodactyl. he removes one, and then the other. they look like pylons, except grey and almost like rock.

with the second one discard, the pterodactyl seems stunned and then opens up its wings. it stands on its legs and it becomes more of a man with wings than a creature.

the girl in the group has funny hair. it's all in knots - not quite like dredlocks but close. like small sea creatures, anenomes - fixed on her skull.

suddenly, the pterodactyl is interested in her. he covers her body in his wings. and then, he opens his mouth (the beak became like a mouth) and starts to suck the top of her head. the anemones swirl as if surprised and interested, and her facial reaction reflects this.

there is no more, i couldn't carry it any longer.

i come from a family that settled in middle ireland from the invasion of the anglo-normans near 1200. the normans, of course, were vikings. so my mythology is strongly influenced by the celts and the norse legends. i suspect - and cannot hope to confirm - that some traces of me rest from the ancient land of thule. some think that thule was either iceland or the coast of norway. if it was iceland, then i have resonance not only from the andeans that i came from on my mother's side, but also - possibly - from inuit that settled iceland and encountered celtic women and viking men, near 100-800. the inuit influence is entirely my speculation. most people believing iceland was uninhabited until the vikings showed up. i think there's something else going on, and it has to do with the inuit that already inhabited greenland by the time the vikings showed up. and of course, the inuit are the ancestors of all native americans.

maybe thule was something special - something else. ptolemy wrote that thule was inhabited by 25 tribes and the midsummer sun never set there. that's a ton of tribes for a little island. i'm thinking the inuit-celt-vikings that called it home had something to do with it. or maybe i'm just crazy about bjork and every picture i see of aurora borealis and blue lagoons makes my heart jump.

or maybe i'm just totally insane, and drawing conclusions from mere coincidence. the heart tells me otherwise - i'm some otherworldly being with mystical abilities. and god-damnit if i'm not going to live it up, for whatever it's worth.