clik...clik...shaa.....

The desert land was very warm and barren. Rocky bulges randomly filled the raw elements of surviving life and landscape. There walked a visitor in a small village with sparse remnants of civilization rusting away. During the unfolding of this event there was a sound. clik...clik...shaa... This rhythm sound kept repeating.

The visitor was working with the villagers doing common chores and visiting the villagers under their shades when resting. Repeatedly...clik...clik...shaa...

The villagers offered the visitor a place to rest. It was an old and very small mobile trailer. The visitor sat in the trailer thinking about what he could do. Then suddenly the trailer began moving and the visitor looked out the window to see he was being rolled down a hill to a cliff. The visitor was very confused by this as he thought the villager's were friendly. clik...clik...shaa...

As the trailer got closer the visitor could see the ocean, which was a long drop down this cliff that was speedily growing closer. The visitor sat down bewildered. The trailer began its descent over the cliff. Instantly the visitor stood outside the trailer door and stepped back onto the cliff where the villagers were standing. The visitor was confused as to why they did this. clik...clik...shaa...

Walking thru them the visitor would see individuals with clothes from a different era, and they had cameras. The visitor would go to these people and take their camera to pull out the film in which he had seen images of himself. The visitor continued walking and began motioning with his hands. clik...clik...shaa...

Things began catching on fire. While this was going on the visitor kept asking, why? The visitor went through the village and turned all the structures into flames, fire was growing everywhere. One of the individuals from a different era approached the visitor. He was wearing an old battered suit with tie, round in the face, balding, and a mustache. He picked up a rock and acted like he was throwing it at the visitor. The visitor picked a rock up, also. And waited to see what this battered suite was going to do. clik...clik...shaa...

The visitor continued in burning all things around the battered suit. As the visitor moved through the village it was all flames, but he could still see the villagers standing there. The flames did not seem to bother them, but they seemed to be sad this was happening. The clothing from the other era was not standing among them. Yet, the visitor seemed to be compelled to continue. He was not angry, but could not understand why these things happen when he only wanted to help. clik...clik...shaa...

The visitor began to feel fulfilled and began to rise over the land. He could see the villagers unharmed, but all things around them were surrounded in flames. As the visitor got higher he could see the land further. The visitor waved his hand even more, so the flames could spread further. The visitor was engulfing everything in view. There seemed to be a sense of not letting out the element that attempted to harm him, and it was not anger, but a sense of the way things move. clik...clik...shaa...

The land became further and the visitor could feel time and reality changing. clik...clik...shaa...was now faint in sound as the reality changed and the visitor arrived in another place. What was it going to be like this time? The visitor seems to travel in different directions, but for the moment he is resting.

Joe Palace

copyright 2006

12/13/06

 "This was a recent lucid dream that was intense."