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fuchsI dreamt of lions, tonight.
I was at my old school, we had PE, and we were playing volleyball. Lukasz and I were sitting with others on the bench, because there wasn't enough room for all to play at the same time. We got to talk a little, and he said (pleasantly, as he was like all the time in reality) that I looked good, different.
I smiled and said: "Yeah, I've been through time. Ten years, actually."
He was suitably impressed and asked about the future of the USA. I was just about to launch into a heated tale of the woes of america, when people became distracted.
The outer wall of our PE hall was missing, and you could see the woods near the wide baseball field. On the edge of theses woods were wild cats, cute little fuzzballs in light grey with dark grey spots. Uuuhing and aaaahing ensued, but I felt uneasy.
"Those aren't cats", I said slowly, "that are lions." But nobody listened.
We had to run around the field, next, but most of the others, boys and girls alike preferred to taunt the (now) sleeping lions. They put silly hats on their (now) gigantic heads. I saw the paws twitch, paws bigger than any human frolicking around between them.
Sphinx-paws.
Some male lions even had beautiful horns (which showed, clearly, that they were grown adults), and the other kids wrapped green tinsel around those. It was awful, someone would be killed anytime now. I walked over to them and tried to reason with them. I don't know exactly what they said, but I looked above and saw the king of the lions stand far above us all on the mountain top, large as the sun.
He said he'd been patient enough, and I had to see that there wasn't any other way, I had to give over the power to him, transfer it from the humans to the lions. He said: "Give me the Be****"
I instantly forgot the name of the thing, but it was the key to the kingdom, the medaillon of power, the all enfolding symbol.
I sighed and nodded gravely and walked through the woods (which became light before my feet) to the bottom of the mountain. There was a cave, with big and strong doors made from stone. I didn't really want to go in there, but it was necessary. They opened, and I sled-fell into it. It unfolded before me, like a corridor from Matrix, with short segments and big doors inbetween, and small doors on every side, the open ones leading to office spaces, one desk, chair and pinboard each.
I had to work to avoid falling into the last big door. I slithered to the left, where the smaller door tried to suck me in. I had to fight really hard against these strange magnetics. I wasn't surprised or anything. This *was* why I hadn't transferred the power before: the Be-blabla-thingy was damn hard to get to.
I got away from the small door on the left, saying: "This is the wrong one!" and fought my way along the open big door. I couldn't even look inside, I was so disgusted. "Don't even think about it!" I choked out. I think there was something vaguely blue inside, the corporate, cold, unbeautyful kind of blue. I really had to grasp at the cold, shiny floor, to trust the natural stickyness of my hands, but finally I reached the other side. The small door on the right side. It was closed.
I wedged my fingernails in the tiny crack and said: "This is the right one." But I wasn't really sure. In the flat, greenish grey surface of the door a lions head became visible, like an animated watermark. It roared soundlessly and I exclaimed: "Yes!! This *is* the right one!"
(Everything I said was said to an entity above, maybe the lion king, maybe something even bigger, like the Great Conscience or something.)
I crushed the doors open and stood on the treshold.
A desk, a chair, a pinboard. There wouldn't be anything else without the proper name to call it with. I didn't have to know the name of the key, the core, the heart of all, though. But I had to know the name of the new kingdom, which would be founded with its power. I had to know the name of the entity I wanted to give the key to. And I didn't. I said: "It's *not* Narnia. It's not Artakis either, or Atlantis. Damnit, it doesn't exist yet, how should I know its name?" I thought about Atzlán and Rama. I thought about the lion king and if his name was Azlan, or maybe not. I thought; maybe I didn't have to *find* the name but to *name it*.
And then I said what it would be called from now on... and woke up.
Edit:
My interpretation:
Alright, everything is inside me. The school and the baseball field are, hmm, explored territory. The woods are unexplored territory. The kids are old behaviourisms, maybe old believes and values. The lions are... I don't know, actually, not exactly. Lions are the biggest, mightiest, most symbolic animals in this area. Kings. Golden, beautiful, wild. Since cats are secrets (especially grey ones), and since the lions are sleeping and the old values don't take them serious, I'm guessing: Talents?
So I have to give my core, my key, my heart over to them, otherwise something will break, something inside me will get hurt. Meaning: The talents will wake nonetheless and will take over forcefully.
The doors in the corridors look like career decisions to me.
I was at my old school, we had PE, and we were playing volleyball. Lukasz and I were sitting with others on the bench, because there wasn't enough room for all to play at the same time. We got to talk a little, and he said (pleasantly, as he was like all the time in reality) that I looked good, different.
I smiled and said: "Yeah, I've been through time. Ten years, actually."
He was suitably impressed and asked about the future of the USA. I was just about to launch into a heated tale of the woes of america, when people became distracted.
The outer wall of our PE hall was missing, and you could see the woods near the wide baseball field. On the edge of theses woods were wild cats, cute little fuzzballs in light grey with dark grey spots. Uuuhing and aaaahing ensued, but I felt uneasy.
"Those aren't cats", I said slowly, "that are lions." But nobody listened.
We had to run around the field, next, but most of the others, boys and girls alike preferred to taunt the (now) sleeping lions. They put silly hats on their (now) gigantic heads. I saw the paws twitch, paws bigger than any human frolicking around between them.
Sphinx-paws.
Some male lions even had beautiful horns (which showed, clearly, that they were grown adults), and the other kids wrapped green tinsel around those. It was awful, someone would be killed anytime now. I walked over to them and tried to reason with them. I don't know exactly what they said, but I looked above and saw the king of the lions stand far above us all on the mountain top, large as the sun.
He said he'd been patient enough, and I had to see that there wasn't any other way, I had to give over the power to him, transfer it from the humans to the lions. He said: "Give me the Be****"
I instantly forgot the name of the thing, but it was the key to the kingdom, the medaillon of power, the all enfolding symbol.
I sighed and nodded gravely and walked through the woods (which became light before my feet) to the bottom of the mountain. There was a cave, with big and strong doors made from stone. I didn't really want to go in there, but it was necessary. They opened, and I sled-fell into it. It unfolded before me, like a corridor from Matrix, with short segments and big doors inbetween, and small doors on every side, the open ones leading to office spaces, one desk, chair and pinboard each.
I had to work to avoid falling into the last big door. I slithered to the left, where the smaller door tried to suck me in. I had to fight really hard against these strange magnetics. I wasn't surprised or anything. This *was* why I hadn't transferred the power before: the Be-blabla-thingy was damn hard to get to.
I got away from the small door on the left, saying: "This is the wrong one!" and fought my way along the open big door. I couldn't even look inside, I was so disgusted. "Don't even think about it!" I choked out. I think there was something vaguely blue inside, the corporate, cold, unbeautyful kind of blue. I really had to grasp at the cold, shiny floor, to trust the natural stickyness of my hands, but finally I reached the other side. The small door on the right side. It was closed.
I wedged my fingernails in the tiny crack and said: "This is the right one." But I wasn't really sure. In the flat, greenish grey surface of the door a lions head became visible, like an animated watermark. It roared soundlessly and I exclaimed: "Yes!! This *is* the right one!"
(Everything I said was said to an entity above, maybe the lion king, maybe something even bigger, like the Great Conscience or something.)
I crushed the doors open and stood on the treshold.
A desk, a chair, a pinboard. There wouldn't be anything else without the proper name to call it with. I didn't have to know the name of the key, the core, the heart of all, though. But I had to know the name of the new kingdom, which would be founded with its power. I had to know the name of the entity I wanted to give the key to. And I didn't. I said: "It's *not* Narnia. It's not Artakis either, or Atlantis. Damnit, it doesn't exist yet, how should I know its name?" I thought about Atzlán and Rama. I thought about the lion king and if his name was Azlan, or maybe not. I thought; maybe I didn't have to *find* the name but to *name it*.
And then I said what it would be called from now on... and woke up.
Edit:
My interpretation:
Alright, everything is inside me. The school and the baseball field are, hmm, explored territory. The woods are unexplored territory. The kids are old behaviourisms, maybe old believes and values. The lions are... I don't know, actually, not exactly. Lions are the biggest, mightiest, most symbolic animals in this area. Kings. Golden, beautiful, wild. Since cats are secrets (especially grey ones), and since the lions are sleeping and the old values don't take them serious, I'm guessing: Talents?
So I have to give my core, my key, my heart over to them, otherwise something will break, something inside me will get hurt. Meaning: The talents will wake nonetheless and will take over forcefully.
The doors in the corridors look like career decisions to me.
