ARAGORN'S LIVER

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ARAGORN'S LIVER

Dreamed 1983/1/29 by Chris Wayan

I'm a hobbit in Silicon Valley. One night, my tall human friend Aragorn and I drive up to a green wooden building on the west side of El Camino. It's a lair of the Enemy, but probably empty this late at night. Aragorn says "Let's break in and get the Evidence." I ignore the ethics of breaking and entering, and follow him. Scared, though. Aragorn picks the lock easily, and looks around. Then a sports car parks outside. Slow heavy bootsteps up to the door. A Nazgul! We hide behind a table.

A feeling comes over me.... that Aragorn has a mass of chicken liver over his own liver, weighing it down. I get out my knife and cut away, to remove it! A strange faint sound from Aragorn.

Suddenly I faint.

In the morning I find myself... where? A Nazgul is looking into my eyes! It says "You have done well... we'll use you and your kind more often." It walks off.

I'm uneasy. Where's Aragorn? What happened? Slowly piece it together. The Nazgul clouded my mind till I stuck my knife into Aragorn's own liver. I've probably murdered him. But I don't go look to see... I don't want to know.

NOTES IN THE MORNING

I know very well what this is about. I PROMISED myself to stop drawing after an hour last night, and get some sleep. I didn't. Stayed up until early morning, obsessing...
Aragorn = my own body. Betrayed by my art addiction.
In The Lord of the Rings, the Nazgul, who are addicted to rings of power, broadcast irrational urges that are disastrous to follow. Knowing this, I should have examined my urge!
Liver = 1) Just read a California Indian tale (in the excellent collection Down From the Lonely Mountain) about covering the sun with a thin slice of liver as a lampshade, so it won't burn the land. The ozone layer! Global warming! 2) This chronic neglect of my body is stressing my liver.
Why chicken liver? = I think of myself as a coward, want to remove my inhibitions. Both in that California tale about the liver-slice filtering the sun, AND in the dream, removing this liver is disastrous!

ACTION--I have to heed my body's protests, faint though they seem in my art-drunken, altered state. I face liver damage or worse if I ignore my body's protests and follow the art addict inside. He's a Nazgul, addicted to power and discipline--just as deadly and seductive as alcohol. This dream is a serious warning--heed it or die.

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