18 December 2001

I know, I know -- all I talk about anymore in this journal is dreams and writing. But I must explain: what with a 40-hour a week job, and basic survival, there ISN'T much else to talk about. Rather, I have no other time I can spend communing with myself and the Forces outside of sleeping and writing.

But I'm going to tell you about this dream anyway, because it was simply magnificent...

I was in the Garden of Eden. Never mind the fact that I don't exactly believe in the Garden of Eden as such. One needs not believe in a place or thing to be a part of it in a dream.

The Garden of Eden looked a little like the woods near my dad's house, and had the same creepy-yet-beautiful aura.

There's some mythology that explains love thus: in the beginning, when all the souls in the world were created, we were created as Siamese Twins. Each person had a twin attached to his or her back. (And NO, I didn't get this from Hedwig and the Angry Inch; I think it goes back to early Jewish history, but I could be wrong... In any case, just go with me...) When the souls left the creation place -- Eden, or whatever you want to call it -- they were separated, and so one must spend his or her life looking for their twin: their soul-mate.

So, I dreamed I was in the Garden of Eden. A hell of a place, if you'll pardon the pun. It was full of old people. Not as in, old WISE people: just old people. They were all sort of senile and they acted like they were on some sort of tourist vacation. I wanted to kick them.

And there were also Beasts. I have no other word for them: they were these shadowy, scary, awful creatures. Fallen angels, or demons, or something. Only, one couldn't SEE the Beasts. You could LOOK at them, and they were there, but they were very, very dark, and it was impossible to make out any distinguishing characteristics.

I stood in the center of the old people and the Beasts, and there, with me, was my Soul Twin. The old people were sort of milling about, trying to take pictures, and the Beasts were lurking, sort of spying on us. For all the beauty of the Garden, there was a lot of tension: my Twin and I were being watched, being judged, being photographed. Still, I had the sensation that nothing could possibly hurt me.

My Twin took my hand, and we kissed. Ohhhh, what a glorious kiss! Here we were, reunited in this Garden, and so it seemed we should be able to reattach ourselves. Yet, we couldn't figure out HOW. So we simply stood there, and held each other until the sun began to set. We didn't say a word to each other; words weren't really necessary.

Now, the sun set in the EAST, not in the west; I'm not entirely sure how I know that, but it did. And we watched it together; as it set, the whole sky, and the tree around us lit up in this glorious orange-gold color. We still didn't say a word for several dream-minutes, until one of us finally made some weird mention of "Lost Highway," though I can't remember what, exactly. (You think people talk about Lynchfilms in the Garden of Eden? Dude, only in MY dreams!)

And, with my arms around my Twin, under this crazy gold glow of eastern-sunset, safe from Beasts and stupid old people, I woke up.

Weird.

But oh, so nice!

...Am going to hit the sheets pretty soon; maybe I'll dream a sequel...

~Helena*