the timboucher experience

Oh my, did I ever have an explosively bizarre night of dreaming. Shit, where do I begin… it was like a lifetime of insane dreams all squeezed into one night. Unfortunately, I only remember certain chunks of it, but I’ll try to relate them here.

Let’s see, one of the first ones involved like some kind of weird lesbian organized crime ring. Somehow I got caught up in this intrigue where they were robbing some kind of bank or other financial facility. The details are pretty sketchy, but I do remember there being a timed fireball which they had planned and implemented to follow a specific path of destruction through the place. There was also a hired goon working for them who had this enormous device which turned out to be some kind of futuristic fully automated shotgun. I guess I was on their side though, because I escaped with them. Maybe they were revolutionaries of some kind.

Anyway, we all rapelled out of the top of this building, and then at the bottom outside were all these kids who mistook us for Teletubbies, because some of the people had on weird white suits. And like I started singing and making up this crazy song with these kids, and I had this like supernaturally good ability to rhyme. The last line of the song before I woke up was:

It’s some comfort you’re not done for.

I also had some weird quasi sex dream that never quite materialized into a sex dream, but the weird part was that I was sitting with this Chinese girl in a bathtub, she was sitting in front of me, and like all of a sudden there was this tremendous sound, and like half the water flies out of the bathtub, and I’m like “What in the hell was that??” And she says something to the effect of “World’s biggest fart!” Thankfully, I don’t remember it smelling.

Another dream was like an alternate futuristic totalitarian state that I was somehow visiting. I guess it was the US or I don’t know. Anyway, somebody was explaing their new currency system to us, and everything was had the prefix “A New Peace…” in front of it. And I saw an image in my minds eye of when violence had swept the land, and these vehicles advancing over and crushing everything in their path. Of course, I had to make sure they didn’t find out I was visiting there from another time frame.

There was another section which was loosely based on Hesse’s Demian, which I’m reading right now, and that organist named Pistorius. In my dream I was still in this future/alternate reality, and I sat down at this piano to play a few things (I don’t actually play in real life). This aroused the ire of a small strange being who lived in this abandoned building. In my mind’s eye, I heard him mutter “That irrational beast!” and his eyes glowed blue. Then he descended from the upper floors and came down to speak with me. He was maybe 3 feet high, and looked sort of like an old man, but also like some kind of weird alien. I knew that it was his weird race who had something to do with the current political situation.

Anyway, he comes in and pushes me aside from the piano. He says, “You and I share a passion,” and sits down at the piano, explaining that he is actually a preacher of some sort. And that while he’s not a “fancy” preacher, he does use music to help make his sermons more exciting spiritually. He begins to talk about how he plays the great classics of spiritual music for his congregation. He pulls out sheet music which purports to be Bach, and Beethoven, and begins to play. But instead, he plays simple children’s songs, and 12 bar blues progressions. And I just nod excitedly and tell him how good they are. The thing is I know that these aren’t the real songs, but he does not. I realize that there have been some type of cultural purges that were part of this “New Peace,” and that in it, all the old culture had been more or less swept away. Basically this little strange man thought he was playing an enormously treasonous masterpiece of human music, but it was nothing of the sort. I didn’t want to give away my secret point of origin in an alternate reality though. And just before I woke up, I remember debating whether or not I should play for him - from memory - the true pieces of music he thought he was playing.

Later on, I had this other very involved dream where I was trekking through the jungle with Aron and some other people. We were trying to escape something I guess, and Aron decided to jump off this high cliff at one point. In doing so, he broke both feet and ankles. By the time we got down there to help, he decided the best thing to do would be to have us cut off both of his feet above the ankle. No one else would do it, so the grisly deed fell to me, and I hacked through flesh and bone on both legs, severing his feet. We then wrapped them up and tried to cauterize the wounds according to his strange instructions. Then we set about to carrying him back.

We ran across a hunter or poacher while doing so, and took great pains to disguise the fact of what we had just done. He didn’t catch on luckily, and thought we had merely slaughtered a zebra or something. Then we took Aron across this big savannah type area, and to this weird primitive fortress thing which was supposedly under the control of my parents. We put Aron to rest in a room before we discovered that my parents had turned evil, and then we got caught in between a battle between these tribal people assaulting my parents’ fortress thing. We ended up playing both sides I think. I also remember hurling lots of javelins, and pulling all these arrows out which had passed through and stuck in my clothes, but somehow not in my person as well. When the fighting was over, we went back to check on Aron, but he was dead - which was really no surprise after our trek across the wilderness and the loss of his feet, etc. Later on, although I don’t know how it fits sequentially, Aron was resurrected, I think for the purposes of revenge. Then there was some kind of thing with my parents, and they didn’t know I was there or thought I’d been killed in the fighting. And I ended up stealing this big stash of money which they had stolen in turn from the tribespeople. I stole it and then ran off to find a car to drive me out of there to start a new life secretly someplace else. I thought they would try to chase me, but they didn’t.

And that’s all I can remember at the moment. I think my favorite part was the little alien dude playing the piano.

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