| THIS IS A READ-ONLY ARCHIVE FROM THE SORABJI.COM MESSAGE BOARDS (1995-2016). |
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The first introduces himself as "Nathan." We shake hands and I make some falsely joyful quip about us having the same name. Nathan introduces the second guy to me as "Nate," and we all laugh uncomfortably. They start telling me about this place. It is apparently a George Lucas project, and like all employees of George Lucas, they talk about him as if he is a distant god: slightly loved, slightly feared, but with a singular, perfect vision that is followed without hesitation. I don't remember the details, but at some point I mention something that I put together from scraps of various conversations I overheard in some capacity before the dream began. I have a way of doing this, making myself sound like I know something I have no business knowing. "Nate" narrows his eyes at me and "Nathan" starts talking quickly. There is no possible way I should know what I just said (or just hinted I knew). The conversation becomes so uncomfortable that I walk away. I am standing in a courtyard surrounded completely by a giant aquarium. Aquatic life swims around me in endless circles. The scene directly in front of me keeps changing, like pulling the level on a viewmaster: a tropical reef, the deep dark ocean, a san francisco bay pier. And there is this tube in my mouth. It is part of the attraction, something to bring the viewer closer to the experience, to provide greater depth. Like headphones playing a dry voice describing the Monet. The scene in the aquarium changes to a trout stream and a rush of water fills my mouth, cold snow-melt flavored with granite and faintest pine. Then the scene turns to dolphins and whalepeople. A thin white clouds billows out from among the blue-grey bodies. The narrating voice says something about how these creatures ejaculate into the water as part of their mating ritual. And then the rush of cold saltwater fills my throat. |
"droopy's cetaphilic blues" i'm a blue, blue whale 'cause that sweet beluga's what i lack lord i'm a blue, blue whale 'cause that sweet beluga's what i lack if you bring your beluga to me, honey, this whale'll show you how i humpback i can hear it callin' to me every lonely night without fail i can hear it hear it callin' to me every lonely night without fail when i hear your beluga moanin' to me it makes my sperm wail |
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