Gruntle Enterprise

Fantastic dream last night, fantastic in the literary sense, literature fantastiqué, ala Marquez or Borges. We were outside the homestead in Wisconsin, the old hood, very windy. The old Plautz house was falling down it was so windy, kind of imploding in on itself. Just prior to that I was thinking how much it would cost and if I could afford to buy it. Suddenly, the wind really started to kick in. Someone said, "Does anyone see a funnel cloud?" And just as she said that, one appeared, very weak and then it kind of disappaited away. Duane was there and said, "We need to lie down," and he lead us to the hill on the south side of the old Friend's house, where the old willow tree used to be. I was all like, "Here? Shouldn't we lie down in a ditch, like we learned, like they taught us as children in school, duck and cover and all that?" "No," he said, "this area will protect us." Suddenly, a bigass funnel cloud formed and descended upon us. Tom was there and was all like, "Look out!" It was coming straight for us, and I put my hand up like Neo facing the squids and willed the tornado to disappate. And it did, but not only that, I was controling it, like a storm worm, moving it to and fro until I let go and it was gone in a puff of vapour. It was very cool indeed, and Tom said, "You can control the weather." And I said, "Yeah, it appears so." Others were there. I noticed Moms and Aunt Millie and Aunt Nancy and several others like Sue and Barb. I turned left and knew there was an entrance there, and a a rocky hill appeared with stairs leading up. I started to climb and the others were reluctant but I convinced them to follow. I said, "Based on my experience, this will soon disappear so we must go now." We continued to climb up the spirreling stair, dark obsidian rock, smooth from thousands of years of use and eons of errosion. Near the top, we came upon a grassy plateau, surrounded by black smooth rock formations. There were trees at the far end and I stepped down into the meadow. The others wanted to stay behind. I thought again based on my experience that when we return they will not remember any of this, the memory will quickly fade. As I approached the expanse of oaks, there was a friend there, and he offered me a pipe. It was a long thick wooden pipe like thosed used by the Anishinabe. I took the pipe and smoked from it. He said something to me but I cannot remember what it was exactly, but it had something to do with being one of them and that you are welcome here. 0 Comments, 0 trackbacks (Trackback URL)