I have met the flyers....
TenseHead
It was a few weeks before the long beach seminar...I prepared myself to
meet the man...the legend....the myth.....Carlos and Clan...
I had three days all to my own. I decided to go to an extreme. I
was going to indulge in silence. I locked myself in a dark rather large
closet for those three days and did nothing but recap and turn off the
internal dialogue.
I had crackers and water in the closet along with some cushions for
comfort. I only left the closet to get more simple foods or go to the
bathroom. I didnt pay attention to day or night. I didnt read or do
anything else except indulge in silence. Exception-I did do tensegrity in
the closet.
I would recap for hours and then intend to shut off the internal
dialogue and I would promptly fall asleep. For three days I did this. On
the final day I awoke and I could feel that I had absolutely no continuity
after about three 0'clock that day.
There was no more me after that time of the day. I could no longer
think past that moment. My mind went into a scurry of disrepair. I
panicked...I was going to die today.....My GOD I have done something
drastically wrong......I woke up wrong or something.. My mind reeled back
for an instant and it grabbed whatever it needed to repair the day.
A memory from early childhood assualted me. And I remembered what I
had just been dreaming about only moments ago. I had dreamt that I was in
a room with a man...a wood carver......He had fashioned a puppet for me.
Only it was life size and alive. I was freaked out. I sat on a bed in a
plainly decorated room. Then I motioned to the wood carver with my eyes to
ask -is he in the next room?
The room I was in had a door that led to a similar room in which the
puppet was staying. The wood carver wanted me to meet him. And he kept
urging me to go into his room to meet him. I couldnt do it. I was way to
scared.
That was when I woke up and experience a laspe in continuity. I said to
mysefl WOW I have never dreamt of a puppet before. Then I remebered that I
had.
A strange memory from my childhood surfaced. I was the day after I had
seen Pinnochio. That movie scared the BE FUCKING JESUS out of me! I had
never been so horrified by a movie in all my young life. That night I had
dreamt of black shadow like creatures possessing my body. They came down
from my head and forced me to move my arms the way they wanted them to
move. I fought them all night long. But they gained control of my arms and
my legs...my whole body.
The next morning at breakfast. I flipped out and started calling
everyone Puppets. "Your all puppets!" I screamed. "Your not you! Your a
puppet!" I was crying. "And now I am a puppet too! Are you happy?"
Of course my mother consoled me and I told her about my dream. She said
that becuase the movie scared me so much that I had also dreamt about it.
"That is all it was sweetheart." She smiled brightly. "It's just a
movie."
Ed Plotkin
On 27 Mar 1997 20:17:29 GMT, tens...@aol.com (TenseHead) wrote:
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> Of course my mother consoled me and I told her about my dream. She said
>that becuase the movie scared me so much that I had also dreamt about it.
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>"That is all it was sweetheart." She smiled brightly. "It's just a
>movie."
She was right Tense, and still is right. It's still a movie and you
are the screenwriter.
Ed
Daniel Murray
Somehow the movie 'The Fan' comes to mind...... TenseDeNiro... <G>!!