Dreamed late December 1975 or early January '76, by Wayan
My sister Miriel pisses off a whole squadcar full of cops. Luckily, some of us have Star Trek phasers; set them to stun and knock out a lot of cops. Pat (my first sex partner, last summer) even has a laser gun. But we want to keep it nonlethal.
The cops don't. They shoot bullets. And call in the army.
We flee into the Fourth Dimension, slipping through walls, halls, between army vehicles, stunning platoons at a time! They don't believe their eyes, can't organize against ghosts.
A medium-tall woman in a long coat arrives, says "Forebrains, turn off! Be stupid!" And the cops and soldiers are suddenly too dim to worry. Now they can fight on & on.
Idiocy is strength.
But we make it to the Mind Room. Barricade it--lay brilliant laser beams like silk threads across the floor, red green blue. Taunt the cops: "Nya nya, who dares to cross?"
One woman with her brain working (there's always one immune!) steps out and carefully mambos her way through the laser maze... to my shock, she makes it!
I spin a loop of laser light; in the loop, a fourth & fifth dimensional whirlpool forms, pulling at us all.
This woman's parents (now identical to my parents) emerge from the whirlpool, from the far past.
By me, Pat gasps "Ai ya! My roots!" What? Are they HER ancestors too, are we ALL related?
Pat & I leap into the vortex, bodies flowing and fusing; as it stretches time, we make love there, world w i t h o u t e n d . . .
TWO NOTES, 42 YEARS LATER
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