Waking Finnegan

“We are such stuff as dreams are made of, and our whole life is rounded with a sleep” ~ Shakespeare

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Sunday, February 26, 2006

Argyle Dream (The Other Side)

This is the last part of the dream. Scroll down to Argyle Dream "This Side" and work your way up.

I'm trying to locate the front side of the sac---find out which way it's pointed---in case of a sudden spring. But rather than positioning myself defensively, I sit down, feeling weary---feeling drugged.

The hump has morphed into a staring face with hollowed-out eyes. The animated surface I'd noticed
earlier must have been some sort of gathering together of its features. That same movement, which had earlier seemed like a heaving womb about to give birth, is now motionless.

As I stare back at the mask I become fascinated by the strangeness of its expression. "Greek Theatre", I say to myself. "Like tragedy and comedy as one". "Why are these two expressions separate?" "And is this convergence what the Zo-onna Noh theatre mask signifies?"

I can hear a muted gong coming from below the floor. Is it a funeral? A play? Questions.

As I begin to pick up the mask, a massive, heaviness slams down on my neck and shoulders and manhandles me to my feet. It's him again.

Man ~ "Drop it".

When he lets me go I quickly drop to the floor and roll my right ankle, falling into a crippled heap. The man feigns to jump at me, and each time he does, I kick up reflexively. I know my ankle is seriously twisted, but I feel nothing.

He laughs derisively and straddles me like a giant.

Me ~ "Are you Paul Bunyan?" "Are you famous?" "Could I have your autograph?"

My queries seem to confuse him momentarily. While he's ruminating, I try to kung-fu kick at his crotch, but his balls are perched too high. (Here I'm wondering how break dancers gyrate so maniacally, and how if they could couple those spins with Bruce Lee's moves it would be the perfect martial art. And why hasn't anyone thought of this before? Inspired by all this I try to spin around, using my hands to get up to speed, but it's no use. I have no clue. I'm all crossed up.

Man ~ "You damned fool!". "That ain't break dancing---that's broke dancing!" (laughs)

Frustrated and embarrassed, I try doing "new and improved" moves, but as soon as I think I've got it, he begins jumping over and around me like a potent manchild endowed with feline flexibility and strength.

Intercom voice ~ "Why don't you leave his sorry ass alone?" "Show us the mask trick".

The man suddenly stops, turns, goes over to the mask, kneels down (as if in prayer) and slowly picks it up.

With his back to me (I'm able to witness his actions reflected in the two-way mirror) he begins slowly fondling the inside of the mask as though trying to build up some sort of static-erotic charge. He then begins to press it to his face, making lip-smacking noises and darting his tongue through the voids of its mouth and eyes. He's like a lecherous carnivore about to defile something innocent. Mashing and pressing the guise to his face, he works it until it begins to take on the ruddy features of his earlier self.

And then he slowly turns towards me---laughing hyterically through an expression that is neither mask-like nor human. "You are possessed! Stay away from me!"

I try to scramble to my feet but realize they're fast asleep and also injured. I bang on them violently, trying to wake them up. It this how it feels to be paralyzed?

He's upon me now and so in my panic I close my eyes and begin flailing, kicking and yelling in a desperate attempt to ward him off. But nothing.

I open my eyes, expecting to be face-to-face with him, but he's no longer in the room.
He's once again a silhouette in that room full of others behind the two-way mirror. He's throwing his arms up in halleluja gestures, mocking my gestures and the break-dancing kung fu self-defense---heehaws and chortling all around.

Me ~ "Fuckers!"

In the middle of the floor is a gaping hole much larger than the diameter of the sockeyed object. I crawl over to it on my hands and knees and peer over the edge. At the bottom appears to be an undulating mirror like a pool of mercury.

Needing to "test the water", I pull off my dead-to-the-world rubber foot and drop it in, watching it bob gently on the surface for a few moments before seeing it submerge.


Blogger floots said...

this is megacreepy
but good
most of the things i'm afraid of
other people
kicks in the nuts)
are in here
i wish i could kung fu
i used to love the way that carradine endured the "chinee" taunts from rednecks 'n' bullies
- for a while
(no i'm not telling the frisbee joke)
a great read
it's given me the energy to
go out into the
kitchen and cook tea

Technical note: re my blog
"float alignment" was on "yes".
I've changed it to no. Tell me if it's made any difference.

5:47 PM  
Blogger floots said...

i just viewed blog via firefox
no difference
be afraid .... etc
(do i get points for trying to fix it)

5:52 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Kung Fu Floots has a nice ring to it, don't you think? Frisbee joke? You've lost me, especially with the "cooking tea" bit. Cook tea? Can it burn?
It sounds good, actually.
I guess the only thing that'll fix it is by resizing it to "medium" where you upload your photos. That or else you'd have to change the size limit in your code (which is a simple matter of retyping in a smaller pixel value).

Floots again
No difference here either, and yes you get beaucoup points for trying, mate.

9:43 PM  
Blogger Zataod said...

Another case of the rubber foot.

A very enjoyable confrontation.

3:55 PM  
Blogger Sara said...

I'm very intrigued by this one. I think that I think Greek theater is the key to everything. At least it's very potent, and particularly in a dream. "bob gently" (last paragraph) sounds like a softcore porn name. (I have a hard time reading linearly; instead, disordered patches first, and then put the sentence in order.)

7:52 PM  
Blogger Zataod said...

I usually find it takes a couple readings to really digest these dreams, and I mean that in a good way. There is a lot going on that can't be taken in all at once.

10:44 PM  
Blogger Perfect Virgo said...

This two way mirror is interesting Finn, makes me think about parallel times and ghostly presences there, yet not there.

This needs some unravelling, your feet are fast asleep while you are wide awake and dreaming though fast asleep!

Those "dead to the world feet" are a real pain, I chuck mine in the well at the first opportunity!

11:08 PM  
Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

a creeping conclusion sneaks up my spine with icy fingers and spooked out tongue.
this has to be the weirdest end (?) to this freaky dream. a rubber foot plops down into chilled waters. it bobs awhile before sinking.

THAT my friend is really, really scary and really, really good.

anyways we all love finn don't we guys?

1:10 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

This was mega creepy. The rubber foot thing...has me perplexed and sort fo jolted at the same time.

3:50 PM  
Anonymous cooper said...

shoot that was me... I've off blogspot and I can't seem to get the hang of it.

3:51 PM  
Blogger Maddy said...

But why the foot? It's so
strange - I would have at least
TRIED to fly away.

-but excellent.

5:34 AM  
Blogger Queen Neetee said...

This dream...this dream...wow! The strength of these dreams are becoming more and more cinematic!

I'm wondering now if the man behind the two-way mirror is writing this script and then appearing in his own work like Hitchcock.

This is v-e-r-y suspenseful! And v-e-r-y exciting!

The ending with the appearance of mercury is awesome!

I'm going in to give it another read. You just might hear from me again.

7:03 AM  
Blogger finnegan said...

The gummi hoof is the oddest thing of all upon reflection.

Patchwork is the idea with dreams. I sometimes think I put these things together too linearly to properly convey the goings on.
But then again, what is "properly" but another linear notion, what?

I appreciate that you actually take the time to read these more than once; but it's sometimes the only way to get in.

Perfect Virgo
This needs some unravelling, your feet are fast asleep while you are wide awake and dreaming though fast asleep!
That's about it in a backward nutshell, Virgo. I imagine therapy would only make me explode into a million pieces. :-)

Cocaine Jesus
Thanks for the love, C.J. You've made me smile at the thought of your spooked out tongue. Could you post a photo of it for us?
And would it go in Fishy Lust or elsewhere in your blog stack of fertile imagination?

I see you agree with floots.

I've changed your link to the new site already. Looks great and lights up breezily. Can't wait to see what you do with it in the coming months, as soon as your studies are over.

Glad you've been irritated. But don't ask me the whys here. Although I've learned how to lucid dream like when I was young, I haven't got the knack of total control; maybe my dreams would be less interesting if they were fathomable.$

Queen Neetee
The man is actually a mental jerry-built---a Frankenstein that resembles a few less savory characters I've come across in real life and in the press. (Think Dick Cheney).

By the time you've given it another read I'll have come up with another set of words for your next adventure as well.

Thanks for spreading around your royal perfume. I do love the fragrance.

8:37 PM  
Blogger Dr. Charles said...

suspense is building, the mask and mirror, the rubber foot, lions, tigers, bears, oh my!

11:53 PM  
Blogger Patry Francis said...

I'm waiting for the argyle novel. Or maybe this is part of it?

4:46 AM  
Blogger boulies said...

Your mask sequence reminded me of something right out of Roman Polanski. It was so devilish and of course...nightmare-ish. I really liked the whole humorous notion of breakdancing kung foo. Your mix of humor and terror is unbeatable. I don't know whether to laugh or go and hide under my own covers. Yikes! And I felt a strange sense of satisfaction in your ending; your foot being submerged in that mercury substance. I think maybe I was glad just to see you get rid of that screwed-up foot already. It just was such a useless thing after all. Disturbing but useless. I love your mask picture. Really effective. Your written visuals of it were so strong and powerful, a picture could have been a distraction, but this one enhanced the experience. Really great story Finn. Really great!

8:14 AM  
Blogger Extempore said...

Am back after a while so read all the Arygle Dreams one after the other, instead of the episodic form they are in now.

As a result, I've got Alfred Hitchcock and Stephen having a party in my head! :-)

My favourite of your work yet - pls tell me that it's not over yet!

10:00 AM  
Blogger Extempore said...

Stephen as in Stephen King... oops typo! :)

10:01 AM  
Blogger Perfect Virgo said...

Now just suppose for a moment there was a tiny loose thread on that trendy Argyle sock! A mischievous rascal might be tempted to give it a little tug. I would put my hands up and protest my innocence, "Hey Finn, I was only trying to do a little unravelling for ya!

Mon ami le songeur des chausettes, tu reves!

8:49 PM  
Blogger Sara said...

what? i agree. "properly" is another linear notion. dream-time and space more accurately represents my perceptions of waking time. yeah. take care.

9:13 AM  
Blogger finnegan said...

This last part was not the real "end" of the dream as such (I doubt there is such thing). There was a whole lot of other stuff in the following sequences, but too anti-climatic and unrelated to the earlier events.

Patry Francis
I'll leave the novels to the real novelists. I'm just a darned dreamer.

Break-dancing kung fu is the only way I can explain it. If such a crossed-up sense of self were to be transfered to video, I'm sure it would win a place in the Ed Wood pantheon of radically inept gods, where disco-dancing turkeys accompany all the way to the big Valhalla Dumpster.

I mostly see the images as a "way in" or pointer. I agree that a poor choice of images can really "fowl" things up, so to speak. Thanks for your typically insightful comments.

It's over. It's a terrific compliment you'd want more. However, there's only so much dreamtime available, and my mind can retain only so much. My goal is to depart this earthly while dreaming an epic that will last throughout eternity. I just hope the dream includes an endless grape-eating bacchanalia with Elisabeth Taylor, Dorothy Dandridge, Aishwarya Rai, and (drum roll please.....) Divine.

Perfect Virgo
Hehe. You're getting Floots-itis I see.
Mon reve des Argyle chausettes s'est enfin réalisé!

"Waking Life" is a film you should check out (if you haven't already done so). There isn't much difference when all is said and done.

11:17 AM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

I've always been fascinated by murcury, will your foot return to tell us about life on the other side?

11:31 AM  
Blogger Omni said...

Wow, you have very complicated dreams!! You must be very creative. :-)

(Click here if you dare)

12:38 PM  
Blogger Expat Traveler said...

Yeah no kidding... I'd say they are deep. But creative and I like that...

4:29 AM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Sue Hardy-Dawson
My foot is, alas, 6 feet under.

I'm leery about opening your link. Horror or porn I can handle. I'm worried you'll show my Dick Cheney naked or Condoleeza R. and George W. coupling.

Expat Traveler

1:18 PM  
Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

Mister Finnegan?
Mister Finnegan?
time to wake Sir. Your nubiles have arrived and breakfast has been served.

3:56 PM  
Blogger rgmb said...

finnegan, I apologize for being so late to the table. I must read your dreams 10 times before I feel ready to comment, although my thougts are still inadequate compared to your magnificent dreams. I'd like to concentrate on this sac though and determine what it is. Does its morphing into a mask and undulating contractions make this other presence, the unnamed man, angry? Or was it the fact that you had physical contact with it?

I love the mercury pool at the end and the visual imagery of the bobbing and slowly submerging foot.

3:58 PM  
Blogger Pincushion said...

Masks and mercury? Do they intertwine? Perhaps mercurial masks are the nature of human beings..I don't know! Just wondering..or maybe its a mercurial mind that conjures up such vivid images!
Scary! You surely must write a novel..a challenge to Stephen King!

7:37 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Things Go Better With Cocaine Jesus
Jeeves, I am rich! I will buy this establishment and sack everyone! By the way, have you seen my teeth?

Apologise not, young man! Your presence at these proceedings is most welcome as long as you bring a large serviette.

Concentrating on the sac will bring you nothing but grief as it did me. I would suggest you attend to the two-sided reflections (both mercury and glass) where the Sandman stares watches.

The thing I find most indelible about King is his revealing horror with symmetry and doubling. What is it about those twins in "The Shining" that never goes away? These dreams are freeway grafitti in comparison. But thanks for the encouragement!

10:51 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I fell into that pool with this writing. You have got amazing literary force and I am in awe!

10:59 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Goodness, what can I say? Your remark is like getting a letter bomb with roses exploding in my face.

11:01 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

finnegan, I'll bring a large serviette, but mind you, I'm neither young or a man : )

11:15 PM  
Blogger rgmb said...

oops, sorry i'm the last anonymous commenter....

11:22 PM  
Blogger RuKsaK said...

I spend most days trying to locate the front of the saK and then swinging round to kung-fu kick it.

Anyway, liked this one as usual - a quite dicy, violent grease to it.

10:18 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

As long as you dribble, you're welcome here anytime.

don't be sorry when you've got rUkSaK holding you up.

I really think the male nut sack is a design flaw. A simple club would have been just fine.
And question rUk: Why do they move around on their own? It's like a fucking
snail pretending to be a squirrel. When I'm stoned and watching it,
I get creeped out big time.

6:52 AM  
Blogger rhein said...

this dream kinda tells how i feel lately, stuck inside a dream, or inside some bizarre movie:).

3:50 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

welcome to the land of odd.

9:45 PM  
Blogger Blueprincesa said...

incredible that you remeber so much.

5:45 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Thanks for stopping and commenting.

7:55 PM  
Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

Since you seem to have gone into premature semi retirement and everyone is talking about Steven King (who I went to school with incidentally {although a different Steven King}). What I like about King, even more than his genius at horror, is the way he writes about ordinary American family life. That is always the backbone to his tales that he hangs the sinew and muscle of the story onto.

Oh, well. Que Sera. Ho Hum. Think I'll return to the asylum now and eat my food with a spoon.

9:57 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Cocaine Jesus
I'm still puttering around the house. Funny you should leave this remark. I was just ready to post my dream from last night. See if your remark wasn't spot on!

7:54 AM  
Blogger Heretic said...

Hey there Sensei! We meet again. :-)

10:58 AM  

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