I write surrealist settings & a bit of supernatural, influenced by mostly my cat. A cat isnt just a animal to hoard & make fun of, cats are psychic creatures. Deep in thought, i imagine a plot while my cats mind can link with mine.
The Magic Paintings
650 light years away in the bird galaxy within the constellation Sagittarius there lived another human society. There inside a tiny time travel library a certain teacher was preparing for a lecture when approached by a fellow student. He was showing him a picture of a star configuration of what resembled his dog. He studied the photo with his elderly hands and came to a conclusion. “The dog wasn’t killed by a wild animal like you thought, after displaying its image within the stars it is clear that whatever killed your pet must have blasted it from Outer space. They sat at the Dimly lit table across from each other, with his beard illuminating swirls of nebulosity Like colors. The bearded teacher reminded him of the first science fiction book he read, the illustrated man. He just had to ask The instructor about the photo his camera mounted on his telescope captured. “You’re not from around here are you? “Gunner asked. “Well I am a time traveler, “he said with his hand resting on a stack of books. His shabby clothes had paint stains on them while his narrow hand with pointed long nails turned the page of an open book. “How do you time travel? “It’s not how you think, I don’t have a craft or even a space suit.“I can show you but in private if you like, follow me. ““It must have been cosmic forces that brought us together. ““Yes, the bearded teacher said with haunting eyes. “Let me show you the secret passageway, I wouldn’t show anyone else but I feel bad about your pet and you need a place to escape to so it seems.“ yes, something out there doesn’t like me it’s obvious. “The Old teacher got up with his load of books with Gunner following outside into the rain obscured path. Turning corners winding through the cobblestone streets they ran until they were standing by a brick wall. The teacher then took out a piece of chalk from his suit pocket and drew mysterious symbol on the wall. The symbols didn’t look like ancient ruins, rather they resembled Chinese calligraphy and illuminated in bright colors as he drew. He then uttered a strange language while pressing his palm upon the wall. The wall began to morph and change slowly revealing a portal into another realm. “Woooo! That’s really cool, Gunner exclaimed. The old teacher Who resembled more of a sorcerer walked through the port hall leading the way while gunner followed. It felt like walking through a dense fog that when cleared became reality. The surroundings looked different then the home where they were from. Everything seemed even older and back in time. “Where are we?““We’re back in the days where I was born as I am the son of Nostradamus.“ The surroundings were of giant cathedrals that were dark in the night sky with gargoyles looming down under the moon light sky.“Oh so that’s who you are, the young boy said. “Yes that’s who I am, I will show you the house that I grew up in along with my father Who can tell you more about the picture that you have. And so The two characters ran through the streets of the distant past until they came upon a small dwelling on the outskirts of the city that was somewhere existing back in time. Inside the house the father greeted them with laughter and surprise that all seemed like being inside a vast painting created by an old master Of allusion. The stones on the outside of the cottage did seem as if they were constructed out of oil paint like everything else surrounding. The trees above the cottage were not just green but different shades of green with a little brush strokes that look like someone much larger designed the scenery. Inside of the hut There was a curtain of stars, telescopes and many books. The interior also reminded gunner of a hidden picture game he played with his friend Inspector Dupin, that he missed very much. Gunner could See that his father Loved him very much, as he learned that the teachers name was Cygnus. He was showing the great master the Photo of the dog in the sky ,asking for his opinion. “Ahhhh it looks to me like it’s the constellation Sirius, which is Indeed the dog star. “ I see, I have traveled there many times after finding small coins with little dogs on them and symbols that I drew on the wall leading me too The dog plant. “My son is very good at symbols that he has learned to draw from many years in school where he first started drawing strange buildings that I didn’t even know where they were located, but he seemed to. It was as if he knew how to draw and lead the way into the future.““And this is how the great nostra Damas became a predictor of the future, with the help of his son? “Gunnar asked. The robed Man lowered his head a little ashamed and admitted that he had a little help. “But you must travel there, this picture is a sign, where your pet is asking for help.“ “I can show you the Way, I have been there many times I know the way to well.“ Cygnus said. And so they were off into the night back to the brick wall. This time he drew symbols of a different pattern resembling the constellation Canis major. The wall then morphed a bigger morph then before, with the two of them jumping through the smoky fog of a different planet. This environment was more primitive with a sandy beach and desert baron underneath a cathedral of stars. It felt nice to be out of the dark ages and upon a hemisphere that existed before certain inventions were discovered. They walked until they were upon a beach of a ocean that was an illuminated by two moons. They could see driftwood structures in the distance that the old teacher said belonged to the dogon people. They both were running towards the beach houses and until they reached the hut of the chief. The teacher rapped on the door, having it open where stood A tall dark man. His smile was big and he said, “oh it is you the traveler from the dark ages, have you come to Paint more magic symbols among the stars“ The tall chief asked. “I’m afraid the stars have already painted a symbolic painting themselves.“They old teacher showed him the photo. The chief studied the photo for a long time until he recognized something.“Oh that, yes it is a little dog that I have seen wandering around the beach at night. I don’t know where he came from, as some villagers say he is a ghost starDog that disappears where you cannot catch him. They say he was made from a laser beam that came out of a flying ship of the sky. Poor thing. “He looked down upon the mud floor where his body was painted with white tribal paint. Inside his hut he had masks of various sizes and painted with zigzag designs and large jug containers that kept his magic Sand that he used for certain ceremonies. Cygnus explained that he too was a sorcerer as he pointed to a feathered headdress up on the wall. It was all so impressive like a dream within a dream world, as the young boy ran outside into the morning sky. The teacher ran after him encouraging him to call out the pets name. And so the boy did, “Princess, princess, come home. “He called over and over until he Heard the faint barking of a dog. Out of the clouds that seemed to be holding the puppy emerged his lost Puppy, princess. He was so happy to see what he had lost appear that tears of joy washed his face as he gathered up into his arms his puppy Upon the ocean shore of Dogon sand. The teacher of the ancients approached The student and said, “No one should ever hurt a animal of this nature again. “ “Thank you for finding my dog, this has been a great adventure I shall never forget. “ The chief was in the distance looking up at the sun in the sky saying a prayer to the gods, and this is how the dogon People and the dog star are connected to us. The sun became brighter and brighter illuminating the sky with his fire holding the world they had discover together like a sheep dog that holds the sheep within the cradle of civilization.
The train had no destination, yet it kept going like a bat out of hell in the surreal mountain ranges. Why the conductor separated the caboose from the rest of the rail cars was uncertain. The station got a telegram of a distress stating that it was headed towards the dark region, in a snow covered country that had been at war for centuries. It was only spotted from a satellite in the zero visibility of pounding snow. Like a bad dream that wouldn't stop it wound around mountains and tunnels as the snowstorm intensified- not slowing down as if it had a mind of its own. The above satellite kept watch, a beacon of hope. The message it sent to the station was not received since everyone had fallen asleep in the fairytale atmosphere they called home. IT was headed to a small town where the people had a small outbreak of reye syndrome, a reaction from eating stale bread. The mold upon the bread made everyone hallucinate, running through the streets with primitive weapons, getting into fights. It was like the dark ages. The beacon realized in its android mind that no one was capable in their right minds to stop the situation. The above probe decided to send a array of distress signals to electronically scramble a emergency. It sounded like a high pitched space chatter. Other satellites picked up the signal and joined in making more noise that sounded like the tv test sound the government puts out. And yet the sound wasn't able to stop the train since it wasn't connected to anything electronic-how it remained in auto pilot was uncertain. That is until a saucer was spotted flying above that the satellite missed before. Who was flying the craft was also unknown-the beacons then sent another distress signal to the army. They too were asleep at their bunkers-some passed out from drinking. There wasn't anyone who could respond, like a soldier falling on a grenade, he was already dead. Science in the sky was smarter than the lifeforms below. What no one knew was that the railroad car was carrying a secret doomsday weapon that the Government didn't know about- Little did they know that it was set to self destruct-in a manner of minutes the entire world annihilated. The little planet that was part of a vast solar system was no more. The moon too was silent-as no one has built a base their, looking sad without its sister planet. The satellites reprogramed and drifted out in space finding a revolving space station with a small crew that had been desperately trying to communicate to their country they now had lost. Inside the capsule the crew realized they would need another planet to exist-rations of water & food were running low. Their computers were no longer needed, as they gathered around a candle lit table, holding hands, saying silent prayers. They had no engines, no shuttle car, just a shell of rocketship holding its own in the arms of the galaxy. They told stories together of how they had survived the war underneath the city in subways where little water trickled through the piped in tunnels. Until they had escaped to the space station to steel the rocket. "What is better-to die in a tunnel or to die in space?" They asked each other in sweating clothes- a band of survivors. There was a signal from the orbiting bots..A distress call was picked up by nearby star-its battle cruiser was transmitting a message through the intercom-they were to be rescued.. Cries of joy replaced tears of doom. Old memories of lost loved ones faded away as a new hope for a brighter tomorrow emerged like the sun that was still their shining its morning rays through the glass.
Through the Decades of Time
Each decade is different. I remember the erra of the 1960's I was born into. The cold war & airplanes. A white pontiac grand prix that had bright orange stickers of fighter jets in the rear window with a bumper sticker that read; Fighter pilots do it better. Traveling through miles of winding roads each summer vacation underneath the shield of that time. When the world seemed densly populated within the fields of rolling wheat and sub degree below zero winters. Then I traveled out of the cold and into the warmth of the middle east. The snowglobe of the 1960's broke and another time period was born. The 1970's became like a revolving disco ball with its tiny mirror fragments and songs that played at dances. With city sounds of street venders, fairy boats gliding on Ageon waves under a spectacular sunset. It felt like warm Turkish bread, or Ekmek. Fifty years later, it all seemed like a dream. The parents that were there are now asleep in their graves, leaving me alone in the strange time period as i recide above the hammering of a horrible machine. Day in and day out the machine, much like the pink floyd song that i never imagined would become my reality. I believe in aliens and hope that their is a race out there that can help us rid of the other ugly machines, machines of war that i grew up around. I also believe in a ghost planet that is holographically connected to the earth. Instead of helping us, it destroys us, and haunts the news media of death and destruction. I escape by playing games, such as the one where i found a deserted planet with a astroid grinding machine. I then grinded up the rock for rocket fuel. This made me consider that the underground machine could be made of a astroid, it feels like a borg cube that no one speaks or talks about. Except one movie about a bomb train in a Pacific island cave. This made me consider that is why no one talks about it, the thing could be surrounded by bombs, as the movie plot was to blow up the entire United States. How anyone could keep a pet Hawk in a cave ? I wonder if the children of tomorrow will play in caves, of ice or crystal formations. Will they be safe of the prying of the Dooms day watchers on the hidden world ? I guess it will take a cetain hero to expose the truth. The truth of todays millinium that exceds the serinity of the past one. There was one man who was helping me in the film world, a Greek actor that seemed to live in his films as if his afterlife was in his films, he built a rocket with the initials PL & SM. He was showing me that he was somehow related to my father, as he resembled a brother like appearance. He could have been, yet he too sadly passed away in the Greek Cinema. I was told to take my satellite down because the hammering shook the dish and it could fall. I lost contact with the channel, yet still wonder how actors in films can make new movies. I also wonder about robots and androids, and if their is a secret race of them being manufactured underground. I wonder if I will get some android parts and if medical science will create warehouses of oxygen chambers for improved health. This is my idea. This would be a nice time to go for a ride in a spacecraft, if only i had one. If only I had a library to time travel through, back through the decades of lost time.
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Inside the old witch sat at a table waiting for the girl to visit. She was told when the moon was full she would meet the witch that she had met in the market whom she paid for a pair of handmade wooden shoes. The girl found a path in the forest lighted by the moon as she followed the map the bruja had drawn. The wind was blowing its shadowy mists of fog among the scattering fall tree leaves as she could see the lit window and the silloutte of the old women. Knocking upon the door with her velvet cape and hat, it opened with a slight creek where the women greeted her with a smile. "Come in my pretty" the door opened more letting the young girl step inside the small hut. There was not much inside but a table and small cot. "I have your shoes for you" She said as she held out a pair of wood carved clogs that the girl took and slipped on, putting her others in her bag. "They are beautiful" The girl exclaimed as she gazed down at their likness. "Tell me how you carved these?" The bruja looked down for a moment and muttered, "It is a old secret that can not be told" "But i would like to know, please tell me" Her big eyes seemed to beg. " Look over there." The women gestured to the wood table where suddenly next to the candle appeared a crystal ball. "Sit down and I will tell as much as I know." The two sat opposite each other in chairs that matched the table. The witch put her hands upon the orb talking slowly, beginning a story... " Far off upon another world there lived the tree people." As she spoke the ball began to reviel a picture she could see of trees that stood high in the sky where tiny faces appeared within the bark. "Those trees have faces!" The girl exclaimed.""Yes, and arms too" Waving her hands more, arms of wood dangled down with extended fingers. "What do they have to do with my shoes?" "They are good craftsmen, with their sticklike fingers they can make shoes, but they exist somewhere else, that is forbidden for you to go.
Sun Dragons from Alpha Centari
There wern't always Dragons in the Valley , yet the old Antarian dragon named Bogum was still there. He always had soup cooking in a caldron in his hut, even at his age of 132 dragon years he could guard the valley. His parents were sun dragons that had given him the orange glowing body with amber stone scales that he polished with bees wax. He didnt have a long flowing beard or carry a staff like other elders, infact he glowed a luminscent orange that made him appear young. With his ability to float he swept over the air above the grassey fields to attend his sheep that he kept sacrid. He grew a special plant that he sprinkled with fairy dust , allowing the sheep to grow rainbow hides that made majical coats for the village folks who admired his work. The sheep were not for eating, as he grew a vegetable that tasted as wild as the meat, as he couldnt bare to sacrifice any of his animals. Living on Alpha Centauri was like living in a surrealistic world far beyond the distant stars of its binary star system. Dragons were made within a holographic box using lazor beams designed by the sun aliens many eons ago. Bogum knew he was their invention, although he liked to view them as his parents. They too didnt live in the valley , as they lived on the twin planet and visited him ever so often. He watched them land in their suncraft from his cabin window, the sand swirling like a whirlwind around the decending spacecraft. It was very exciting to see them again with xray glowing sun bodies as Bogum ran up to greet them with arms flying in the air as its ufo lights were bright in the hot air. The door to the craft slowly opened where two sun aliens steped out looking like glowing pumkins in the autumn surroundings. They both had smiles on their faces as they spoke no words , using only telapathic images for communication. Bogum was hugging them as they motioned for him to enter their ship. He had never been inside their craft as he silently motioned with his hands asking if they were sure he could step inside. They were nodding their heads saying yes, using hand motions gesturing them into the humming craft. Once inside Bogum could see blinking lights and seats. The feeling of being in a living craft was esperating as his body floated among his two sun friends as he wondered why they had come, They seemed to know his thoughts as they motioned him to go into another room that must have been their sleeping quarters. There on a raised bed was a women he could see covered with a tan sheet. Bogum had a look of suurprise on his face as he asked with his eyes why she was there. The sun aliens were excited about their prize and explained with their hands she was only sleeping. Bogum had never seen a human before, let alone a female one. They were all gawlking at her, and yet Bogum wondered what they planed to do with her. They tried to explain that they intended to use her as a all seeing eye once they brought her to the galatical communications hub where her body would be inside a glass dome having her thought waves transmit as a server. Bogum stroked his dragon beek and thought for a few seconds, he then explained to them that she could not do so since she was unconscious, as her thoughts need to be awake. He then asked them where they had found her and why they had taken her. They motioned with their hands waves of the sea, as Bogum guessed she must have drowned. He then tried to reason with them that she was not suited for a Oracle of telecommunications and that he would take care of her and free them of the burdan that she had become. THe sun beings questioned what he would do with her as they gazed at her peacefull sleeping face shrouded within the misty spacecraft.
The Secret Cabinet
Ruby was the biggest pop star in the Russian Federation until one day he disappeared. All his fans were puzzled about where he was & only had his past music videos to reflect on. There he would stand on a high stage with his ruby sequin tuxedo, in the background a art object of a ruby star resembling the one over the kremlin. Red laser beams & dry ice danced around him as he grasped his microphone, his Russian red mush dash swirled into cute curls matching his bright red hair. Brovo! Brovo! The audience went wild after his song, gorgeous women brought him red roses that he always accepted with a kiss. After the war broke out, his fans whispered among each other, “Where did he go?” Someone pointed at the night sky, “up” and that was all said for awhile. Ruby wasn’t married although he had several girlfriends, and was noted as the richest bachelor in the world. But everyone that knew him hadn’t any clues of his whereabouts. Until one day a note was found by a authority who was investigating his home after he was reported missing. She wasn’t the typical agent, in fact some people said she looked too wooden, like a Martyoshka nesting doll. She moved her head in bird like clicks, as her rhythm seemed as timed as a clock, where her male partner resembled a Christmas nutcracker. The two of them were interesting together, Chesov & Balalaika, as he liked to play chess, she played a balalaika as well as a seven string Russian guitar. Agent Chesov was in Ruby’s closet handling a elaborate sequined shoe with the note tucked inside. “Now why would someone stuff a note inside a shoe?” He was asking Bala, her nickname she liked to be called. “Just read the note comrade” Her raven like eyes piercing reflecting off her iridescent suit in the black lighted room. “Ok it says, “find the locked room” “ Hmmm, he must have a locked room. There must be a hidden panel” she said as her flashlight searched the walls. Why the electricity didn’t work was uncertain, as it seemed like Ruby had not been there for a while. bala’s flashlight was sweeping the floor when a small cat appeared, then ran out down the hallway. “Follow that cat, he might know something.” Chesov motioned to Bala. She ran out where the cat went into a door that she found locked. She ran back to the room where Chesov was standing in his check a board suit. “We must find a key! I found a room” They began to search the vanity of drawers in the bedroom, somewhere where a small key would be found. A wooden jewerly box with japaneese looking abalone swans stood out on the dresser. Chesov opened it slowly revealing a tiny ballerina with a purple velvet interior. There was a imprint of a key but no key. "It should be here" He said showing his partner the box. "Just a minute, she carefull pressed her fingers in the imprint and lifted out a invisible key. "Its here, I can feel it, but i cant see it" She then ran with the key to the locked door. Chesov followed and to his astonishment the door opened. A bright light from where they didnt know was lighting the room. There was a round vedio screen on the wall & a remote that easily turned it on. Waves of time & space filtered on the screen untill a image was seen. It was Ruby. He was speaking but their was no sound. Where he was remained uncertain, except he seemed to be within a government building, yet far away. He was talking and holding a small teddy bear that had a propeller upin his head. "Oh Ive seen those in the toy store when I was a child in Serbia" Chesov exclaimed. "You wind his stomach with a button & he flys!" Balla smirked, "So whats that saposto implicate? What information can be learned with that?" "Im not sure, but the vedio tape seems to be in a loop. His gestures were repeating, & without sound not much could be understood. They both decided on taking the vedio to the tech crew to find out more. The tech crew consisted of just one women, its all they needed as she close examined the tape. "Watch this segment where i was able to zoom in" She then froze the vedio on the toy bear, zooming in on his fur, & then a small tag was seen. She used her computer to zoom in more to the writing on the tag. " it says, made in New Zealand" Both agents were standing next to her, weighing the results. "Hmm so whats in New Zealand?" Chesov asked. "Dont know but its a clue of where Ruby had went." "I know nothing of the island, except it has the Maori people, & king. Chesov said holding a kgb type of paper coffee cup. " "Should we go there to look for Ruby?" Bala questioned. Pasha the tech girl looked up from her computer screen, " Theres more than just a king, havnt you two been folowing the news?" She bated her big eyelashes. "Weve heard nothing out of the ordinary, tell us what you know" "Well, rumor has it the Saudis moved the arc of the covenant out of Mecca, by ship to a unknown destination in Antartica." Her palm took her mouse & opened a web page showing military escorted ship headed to the south pole. Chesov leaned closer to the pc. "Thats our ships!" He pointed to the Russian flags on the ships. "How odd that we wernt informed" Bala said to Chesov. "We were on assignment, but no wonder our leader hasnt been himself!!" "What are you getting at comrade?" "He he..must have opened it!!" Chesov crunched his paper cup in his fist. "Soo.. What would that do?" Oh hes posessed by a ancient spirit!😮😮😮"How did he get Saudi Arabias permission to do that?" Pasha swerved in her stool, I think i know" She clicked on another web page showing a terriable storm that occured after a crane fell on a mosque inside Mecca. The storm was so fierce, as if a ufo caused it, not just a crane. "±And then they took it" Bala seemed to see yet it was specuation. "If they took a priceless artifact out of a holy area, what did they need a ship for? I think it could be fake news" Bala liked Pasha as she used her knowledge along with her psychic intellect. "I dont know but all the world leaders are also headed there for a summit." Pasha put more info on the screen showing the summit agenda. " They might be staying there since the island is the closest livable place near antartica. And they might all want to see the artifact Im guessing" "I remember that storm, it was a dark day for Mecca." Bala clutched her purse. "Well this certainly has been informative, I think we should go to the summit to snoop around" Chesov put on his trench coat, thanking Pasha, saying to Bala.."Shall we go?" Bala agreed as they called it a day.
The time was 1997 or so as i was at the Union station where i came across a group of Germans who were showing films about the wall to people who knew not much about Berlin or the war there. I met one man who suggested i get a computer to communicate as i thought it was degrading since i had traveled to Berlin before the wall was demolished in 1989. Setting up my tiger direct with only AOL at the time, it wasn't long before i bumped into Rhinehart. There were no cameras only words rolling on the the screen and that beautiful ring tone of an instant message with his name he choose, Mcfly232. A dumb name, but it had a soldiers flair. I guess he liked talking to me as he told stories of being in the German Bundeswerh and lufwaffe. We met for about six months as he told stories about his visits from the French foreign legion until he was sent to Bosnia. He said he would have no computer to communicate with so we had to send letters. I sent him a box of emergency candles that he said he burned. When he returned there was a tank operation where gas was dispersed on a open field where Rhinehart had to wear a gas mask. Something happened as he said he fell asleep on the field waking up without his mask. A few weeks later a cancer grew that caused him to be discharged from the army. I was worried about him with his visits to the graveyard where he said his father was "floating in space" as i think he was a mia soldier from world war 1. He had a funny way of talking as he said he didn't like to pay for German aol so he would change his name creating new identities. I met Uwe as well online, he was in the Bundeswehr for six years until he quit to work for the red cross. He helped children get to hospitals instead of putting them there. He called me from his flat in Kaiserslautern since he could speak English instead of just write, as Rhinehart. Ewe was short and stalky, unlike the tall frame of Rhinehart I finally saw on my camera where he would say, "I must stand tommorow" in his Nuremburg home where he parked his motor bike he liked taking to Italy. He worked I remember in Roth where the base was as he invited me there. It would be nice to go to an officers club with a soldier as i thought about taking a space available plane to Ramstein. I could for free, why i didn't i don't know. I asked why he couldn't hop a military plane here, and he told me because the second world war was lost to the US. Old German laws forbid him being free as freedom was not entirely reachable since past wars have closed the doors from harsh disputes. He told of how he shot a Russian from not being in the peacekeepers zone, as Uwe wrote me a email that said, "They havnt even picked up the rigor mortified bodies off the western front!!" He was speaking of the Chechyian conflict that was so sad, yet nothing like what is happening today. Im not sure about the Ukraine, as i wonder what Rhinehart & Uwe would say about it, as i have lost contact with them both. The last letter from Uwe was a postcard from Africa. He wrote..."From a real world" there were animals on the card, and i laughed. Somehow the situation in Bosnia moved to Kosovo where the war spread over to Yugoslavia and then the eruption in Afghanistan where Germany was watching the twin towers on tv. I lost contact with everyone after that, yet still remembering some of the beautiful moments of war, of soldiers standing with burning torches in the night, fading from my tv as time moved forward.
Miracles do exist
What started as a fasination ended up a small miracle. I had two tube shapped aquariums, one of a carved wood top & bottom with Egyptian animal carvings, a hippo & Anubis I recall. The second tank was a Greek green sea theme of carved mermaids, each unique. The Egypt tank was in my small living room, the Greek in my bedroom. There were about four gouramis in the Egypt tank, the Greek tank was empty except for my live Plants. There was a reef one light in both tanks, where one day i observed tiny streaks or lines in the barren tank. The next day to my amazement the lines emerged tiny fish, about six. How could a light create life? I fed them as normal fish, as ony one grew large. The others did not & did not last long. But the large one was alone as I moved him to the Egypt tank to be with the others, as he was born a gourami too. I watched to make sure they would adapt to him, as they did accept him & seemed to enjoy his presence. He lived for almost a year until sadly he died on March 17th. It wasnt love but I did feel like his Godmother, as the whole experience was miracalous as the lighted aquarium at night threw giant shadows of fish upon my walls. I would sleep in sort of a mermaid like nature, next to my creation, as if spawned with a gourami myself. Gouramis are native to India & Asia. I heard that a boy grew his hair extra big from the miracle of life, just a anime cartoon, but funny to see his stack of hair that i wondered if a real life boy had miracle hair like the cartoon. It was more of a science love, then a true love, but with magic, as i discovered , life can evolve thought lighted electricity. And if there is a God that helped to do this, I could fall in love, with a God, or maybe another fish. I think in order to fall in love, one must be intrigued by something within the surroundings, such as a mysterious island in a distant land. Someplace out of the ordinary that you can slip your hand through, a secret passage to another world. Nothing like this exists in my reality, so I found that virtual reality could capture my sences. Through my computer I could swim as a avaitor, diving deep into the ocean created called Subnautica. It was exciting to find the island that slowly emerged through the clouds, the marble green building standing out like a tower in the sea, while under the sea were many fish, corals, caves & seagrass to almost feel in the watery world. There I found a sea creature who reminded me of my gourami, his eyes big , his body like a invisible man. He was there by the building as he swam into a portal he could create. His bluegreen veins glowing through his invisible mantle. I went inside the marble tower, pressing my hand on a machine that had a insignia of a large letter G. I found a elevator that had no floor but zero gravity, as I fell down to a stargate chamber, that led to another island. I felt as if the game was writing itself as i played the beta version that wasnt finished. My monitor stoped working as i also ventured into Subnautica Below Zero that my friend, the lore monster wasnt in. The game was much harder with the artic sea, & more huge sea monsters to battle. The snow was beautifull as I found large platic flowers and pools of gysers in the caves. The pink & Orange sky with moon like sand, I built a glass house & hung photos that I took. My favorite was the moon pool. I died in survivor mode, so i played in a mode that I couldnt die, although i coulnt eat creepvine or any food. The object of the game was to venture to the Queens chambers, which was too deep to find, yet she swam near the lore monster from time to time. The game is still there on my steam account if i need to adventure more, as the artic game is really in the beta mode. 😁🐠🐠🐠🐡🐡🐡🐙🐙 The game dosnt have instructions or a guide, as it continues to unfold, my last friend I found was the Octopus, who has also a invisible exoskeleton🐙🐙 More to be revieled....
The hermit Owlman
It was a strange night as something unusual was stirring in the air. I myself am not a human entirely but a shape shifter, as I can transform from a man into a night 🦉. As I was sitting among the fern branches of the tall pines I witnessed a small craft descending downward. There was a wooden stage and people sitting in chairs with green chalk marks making a landing area. When the firey silver craft landed it sat still for a few seconds, then the door slowly opened. Out stepped a large form that appeared hairy, and other forms of the same emerged. There were about five. The folks gathered there seemed to be making bids as if they were being auctioned off, yet there was no acuctioner. Each one of the five beasts were sold and went into separate cars with each buyer. I’m not sure what happened to the craft as it began to snow where I returned to my home among the ferns. I wanted to tell someone about this so I transformed back into a man and went down to the river of dreams, to look for Everlasting. She was a spirit who appeared with each snowfall where they would fly together, women and owl. He still had his spacecraft that he had taken from the other world that he crafted himself and yet he had never seen another craft until this night. He wasn’t sure just where Everlasting came from since her transparent body would vanish in the two suns that shimmered light particles on the crystalline fern trees like refined sugar dancing with the sunlight. His dwelling resembled a large barn owls coop with his favorite fern grass and twigs to rest upon, and that is where he found her, resting by the river near his cottage. He told her about what he had seen with the hairy spacemen and people he had never seen before. She smiled her living smile and seemed to understand, as they spent some time together until she flew back to her dwelling among the southern glass cotton trees. “Promise me you will bring a branch of glass cotton for my nest “ She nodded she would as she lifted her naked body up and into the snowy night air. There was a cool mist surrounding her that twinkled as she disappeared.
Dream Sequence 8/28/21 I was in a building somewhere that connects to a holographic world maybe through a black hole. The walls were cement covered with a white plastic that i might have found a piece of in the swimming pool here. I found a soup kitchen where they were serving only orange soda, as they said they were out of food. I wondered out and found another roon with a ice rink that served purple shaved ice. I found a large door with a women standing who said it was a subway, they door didnt open until the subway arrived and when it did i asked where it went, she said , New York, the door opened and she went out. It immdiantly closed like a compressed airlock most likely so not to let any air escape. I didnt see the subway but it could have been floating or something to be within building. I wondered more and found a room where i met a mother and daughter. They said they were preformers and they were watching a preformance on a tv. I think the daughter said her name was Ern, i asked how to leave the building, they said, the gate keeper..I walked for it seemed hours in the puffy white clouds towards a sole light beaconing like a floating lighthouse in space & time, untill i reached a chrome plateform alone in the mist. There underneath the lantern i could see a shielded dome with a tulip like flower potted in the fertile space soil. My gloved hand was upon the terrium like dome studing it when i felt a hand upon my shoulder. "You going to have to go back to where you came from, I suppose it was the biulding, folks arnt allowed to venture at night" The elderly man said with concern. I turned my head slowly back to the plant all alone in the dome. " Most people around here dont know about the flower, its best you keep it secret" His thick eyebrows beackoned. I asked, "Are you the gatekeeper?" He nodded his head. "I am! Theres my ship over there." He pointed to a small idoling craft near a floating bridge. " I was told that you can help me back to Earth ." "Yes i can, we dont get many transetiets, but I know the way. " "How did you get here in the first place? " We walked through the clouds & talked. The moon was full as I felt dizzy. "I cant remember" He helped me in his hubacraft as I gazed back at the flower. He drove forward through the clouds. "Well, You'll be home in no time." He had his thermos in his hand & took off his work hat with a light, & turned up a radio that played strange alien music that seemed so sureal. "What do you do for work on Earth? "Im a scientist" "A great job indeed, maybe you can help us take care of the flower, It cant survive much longer out there in the cold, but we must take care of her" "How did it get there, & what is it for" "No one knows, it just appeared with a note saying, please take care of her." The driver looked sad. "Shes not just a space flower but a massive communication device with wired cables underneath her plateform." "What gives her life?" "Energy through cables & Electric storm she like to create. But shes not happy, needs company, more flowers, and Its too expensive for my home planet to send the electricity." "Where is your home world?" "Orion" "Your tecnology is far beyond ours, not sure how I can help, but I have a idea. I once found a alien power source inside a pyrmid, inside a waterfall. Its walls were cracked & leaking as I drew the conclusion that it was thirsty and needed to draw water from the fountain. I patched up the walls with tree amber resin since i had no cement in the rainforest. When it dried the fountain worked with the alien power source inside. It immidiatly sent a electric pulse of lightening to a star as if a light switch was turned on." "What a magntic show that must have been! If you can do that, then surely you could help reginerate the space flower." He said with a grin.Lets keep in contact,"he said as he handed me his buisness card. He didnt even need my address as I could see my house below."Thanks a lot Mister" I stumbled out like Fred Astar, doing a dance happy to be home. "Byebye, he waved & was gone in a flash of light. The door to my home looked ever so welcoming.