nicholasSo, there was a whole chunk of dream before this but this is the part that stuck in my mind.
I was walking along a riverbank, it was really gravelly, and there was an enormous grey blue mountain behind me. I realized I was following this older white dude. He was wearing old jeans and a plaid shirt tucked in. Must have been in his forties or fifties, nothing particularly remarkable about him. He was examining the river looking for a place to cross. The whole environment reminded me of New Mexico in the late afternoon. We crossed the river into a massive, defunct train yard. There must have been like 40 lengths of train track, each one with a series of open, cargo cars linked up and stationary. We walked in between the cars until we found one with another middle-aged dude in his forties. He was standing on top of a yellow mattress inside a car with his hands upheld. His eyes were closed and he was rapidly intoning syllables under his breath.
My companion yelled “Clarence! You better put a stop to that, there’s no use harnessing all that death energy if you don’t plan on doing anything productive with it.” The other fellow, Clarence, opened his eyes, lowered his arms and looked down at us with irritation. My companion, I should say, my mentor (never did get his name) proceeded to amble off to go look for herbs or something in the gravel. Clarence invited me up into the train car. I can’t remember the exact details of the conversation but he proceeded to list off to me the various benefits of practicing black magic. How you could easily manipulate people with your mind, use your eye power to win arguments, harness rogue death energies near towns to control the weather etc. He was obviously very smart and accomplished but had a real creepy vibe. His teeth were gray and his skin had a wan, jaundiced quality about it. He seemed very intent on making me his assistant as he said he could tell I had the right alchemy of ego and aptitude to make a good black magician.
My mentor guy came back and scolded me for giving Clarence a chance to fill my head with his terrible insights. We all decided to go home together. It was now I realized that they were enemies but distant cousins at the same time. We walked around the central building, that I suppose had been the dispatch office when the train yard was functioning. Behind it was an enormous mansion that looked like it belonged on of a hilltop in a bad horror movie. Once we got inside we were welcomed by an entire household of family members and guests. I was led upstairs to a study with a computer (luckily they had internet access). I tried checking my email for a second until the room began filling up with people. I met a beautiful cousin, Clarence’s two sons (who looked at me with hate in their eyes), an old alcoholic uncle and a whole mess of strange people. Clarence came upstairs and kept on whispering random powers I could attain if I hung out with him more. Finally I had enough and decided to go home.
The next day (or whatever it was) somehow I made my way back to the train yard. My mentor was seated in the back of a train car with a blanket around him deep in some sort of meditative state. He invited me to sit next to him and began telling me how Clarence was attempting to stage some coup so he could have maximum access to the various geomantic energies that animated the area we were in. Unfortunately he was using some very aggressive tactics and it was screwing up the psychic balance of the entire mountain range. He wanted me to do some psychic probing to say where Clarence was hanging out and what kind of techniques he was using. All of a sudden I noticed this weird slimy, pink, oblong creature flying around my head. It was essentially a miniature, pink dolphin and it was flitting about my head. My mentor screamed, “Catch it! It belongs to Clarence, it’s his spy!” I grabbed the little bastard and smashed it in my hand. Somehow, an enormous grimoire of infernal and magical creatures. I turned to the page for the little being I just obliterated, it had some arcane name like “Amoxiryops” or something. Evidently it was a oily, flying, legless salamander one could excrete from one’s wrist once every lunar cycle. You could send it into the world to be your remote spy.
We decided to head back to the house to get situated and determine our next strategy for challenging Clarence’s schemes. When we got home, Clarence was upstairs browsing the internet innocently. As we walked in he looked up at me and winked in a conspiratorial manner. He pulled me aside and congratulated me on catching his agent. He made some comment under his breath about how I was made of exactly the right mettle for his line of work. At that point I noticed some of the family members carrying a corpse under a white sheet down the hallway. Evidently, the alcoholic uncle had expired in his sleep of mysterious circumstances. Clarence’s sons were walking back to the city and offered to escort me.
At this point, all I wanted to do was to go home to my studio and work and as we approached my studio the two sons expressed surprise when I pointed out my studio. “That’s funny,” one of them said,” we live right above you,” as we walked into the front door together. “Stop by anytime, I’m sure dad would be happy to see you.”
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