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Dreamed 11/6/1996 by Chris Wayan


Raven, who I've been dating fitfully, left a message. I'm having codependent fantasies about her--she's new in town so it's MY job to find her friends and a social circle! Amazing how slow I am to realize how dumb this is. Raven's perfectly able to make her own damn friends...

I feel nervous calling Raven, so first I call my ex-housemate Valerie to tell her she has mail and bills piling up here. We start chatting, catching up. Her new job hasn't started yet--she feels let down. I agree to drop by the cafe where she works, tomorrow, with her mail. It's fun talking with Valerie.

Call Raven and we talk a while. I'm nervous, she's cautious, checking me out--asks about my housemates. She uses spiritual language repeatedly, and just as I'm about to ask if she's a Christian, someone starts pounding on the door. I go answer it. A Goth girl in black lipstick hands me a brochure about Bible study. Say "thanks" and go back to the phone bewildered. Raven says "No, I'm more Hindu than Christian... But an older friend of mine's Christian, and this much younger Satanist girl is trying to seduce him." Uh... whatever, just so Raven's not a fundamentalist. They scare me. Burned me at the stake too many times, I think. Laugh all you like--but I bet you don't get flashbacks just from walking by a church! I do. I expect people with torches to rush out and kill me again. Nine million witches hanged, drowned, put on the rack, burned alive. Forgotten that little holocaust? Somehow, I didn't. So, yeah, I'm skittish around fundamentalists...

We agree to meet this weekend for a picnic date in the park. I'm excited, nervous. My housemate comments "Quit worrying about dating. You survived an openly abusive relationship and you won't repeat it. You can handle ANYTHING out there."

That evening I finish John Briggs's Fire in the Crucible, on the psychological structure of genius. Skip his theorizing, and just read anecdotes about geniuses. The whole book tends to corroborate the theory of multiple intelligence--that instead of one general-purpose kind of smarts, we have seven (or more) "intelligences"--logical, spatial, verbal, sonic, kinetic/somatic, social, and so on... independent skills (and maybe even brain-modules) that interact in complex ways.

Finally realize I should rest--took some brave steps today.


I'm in an fairytale Asian kingdom, in a little shop, talking to the girl at the counter, who I know and like. Well, more than like. I'm about to find out how much more.

Then a slender, slinky woman walks by the shop door, spots me in passing, and comes back to lean in the doorway, one leg up, showing off her thighs in that slit skirt... She says cheerfully "I'm trying to seduce you." But sex is just a minor lure--she has profit in mind. She plans to raid the Royal Vaults, with her partners (and creations) the Talking Cybersnakes! And she wants my help. She's good at machines--and seduction. But I have a different kind of intelligence.

I say "Well, I'll go next door and listen to your proposal at least, that can't hurt." I'm not an active revolutionary, but I'm not fond of the King and Queen--I won't shed a tear if they go broke.

I grab a warm coat and find myself saying "I love you!" to the shop girl before I run out the door. Her face lights up with surprise and pleasure. And suddenly, that feels like protection at least as important as the overcoat. And it was true--I just didn't know, till I said it! I envy the slinky girl's open sexuality, but that doesn't mean I'm willing to be used. She's too tricky. I know who I want to live with, and it isn't her.

Slinky's suite is a warehouse studio, with makeshift partitions and open space above. She goes into the next room, but over the wall, I hear her murmuring--arguing with her cybersnakes. They hiss "Use the power sssaw! Cut him up like the ressst and feed him to the ____ssss." She's a female Bluebeard! Luring in victims...

I run like hell.

Strangely--or maybe not so strangely, for this IS a fairy tale--I'm just disappointed! Not terrified or angry somehow... just let down.

But I feel involved now with the fate of the King and Queen. So I stalk the cybersnakes. They in turn are tracking a naive farm-girl wandering through this quasi-medieval kingdom. They hope she'll lead them to something they want. The Vault? No... someONE. Who?

She nears a town on a wide warm shallow bay. The snakes and I follow. It's spring; cherry trees blossom. She climbs a little hill to a temple and looks out over the town. This is a place to spend holidays, especially Easter. Funny, I thought this was an Asian fairyland! What's Christianity doing here? Confusing.

Her goal--and the snakes'--is in town. Something to do with dragons! Chinese dragons, of course, so they're not necessarily destructive.

But on the narrow city streets, the snakes and I can't ignore each other any more. We declare a truce, and while Farm Girl eats supper in an inn, we talk of the quest in a corner. Here, with her distant, they've changed, become relatively friendly rivals. They say "She's not murderous either--quite innocent, indeed simple, when away from us." The other snake says "But when we're all together, a resonance or synergy happens, and we all turn fiendishly clever... and cruel." The first adds "We don't know if it's accident or some third party's intent... but Slinky's not really in control, and neither are we."

I learn that what Slinky told me was all wrong--but not lying! The snakes say the royal couple are quite different, the politics behind all this are quite different, the treasure's quite different. Just the effect of the synergy field. When they separate, they see it all so differently it might as well be a new world. A new fairytale. One far less dark and bloody...


Oh! An example happened today. Raven heard me mention Buena Vista Park and wanted to go largely because the name sounded auspicious. We're going somewhere neither of us exactly chose.

And I'd better start watching for that... resonance.

If it happens a lot, this won't work out.


As it happens, the dream was quite right. Somehow I always got sick after going out with Raven. Weird coincidences, bad luck... dating her was just too stressful, brought up too many toxic issues for me, too fast. Though I liked her, eventually I had to break up with her just to stay well.

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