Sat, June 15, 2002

[Spencer's Dream + Comments on my previous dream]

". . . sleep and vague recognizable dreams.
Hey My MacMan, My Steve MacSteel, My Steely Man! Awake not too late last night, broken sleep, awake too early.
I do have some vaguely recognizable dreams. Nice pleasant outings with nice people, you among them, a happy shining
MacManMio (M3) visiting me in my sleep with friends and family. Outings to outdoor restaurants in the tropic, lush landscapes with walks, drinks, meals, discussions, outdoor torch light on pitch black nights with palm fronds waving in a light breeze the sound of surf always around the corner. M3 always telling me to leave when something bad is about to occur. Nothing bad ever does occur because I am always out of there before it happens. Should the dreams be memorable? JT is in the setting with us, so is Amr and Nathan and a host of other handsome lads accompanying M3 and Spencer. . . ."
". . . More dreams of dark tropical settings (MacManMio/Chihuly influenced perhaps?) breezes, tropical formal attire, the feeling was there, the warmth and humidity of a tropical night, the ocean in the air. Being seated at a table for 4 by MyMacMan, 2 young fellows with extraordinary tans and shining faces waiting for us to
sit.

Your dreams! Angels protecting M3 or is M3 the angel protecting everyone else? Suffering the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, taking them on himself as a shield for others?
MyMacMan protecting his Guvner and the characters that occupy Standerton?
Helping to protect his mind while deliberately, possibly foolishly, wandering in the realm of the dark lord? Doing the same for the Mayor? M3 wanting to do that for Dave who's been marked to mask something inside of him that M3 knows shines like the sun off of a still pond of deep pure waters? What are you taking whacks for? M3 one of God's captains of legions?
Trip to Peru, the birthplace and early years of JT, his mom hiding him from what she thinks is the uncaring Spencer. Peru, also with untold and unsuspected horrors from the past: Did you know where Lucifer's legions vacationed when the Christ child made his appearance in the mid-east? Where they returned with a vengeance on the retreat of the lord of light and his subsequent appearance in the Americas?
M3 wanting to visit the mountain playgrounds of the ones with broken, bent, dark leathery wings. The place where they played with those of the city of gold. The gold is the color of their skin, the skin of the ones they tormented and tortured, streams of fallen angels born into the bodies of beautiful Peruvians wreaking havoc across their own lands and peoples across the Americas.
Go for it! If you can, do it! Sounds marvellous, gaze on the embalmed bodies which once carried the scarred and burned spirits of Lucifer's legions. Some of them, I am sure, warred against Amset and Michael in the skies over the northern territory. Do it for the holidays, it couldn't be more appropriate. . ."