I woke up thirsty and dreaming. The multiple dimensions I’d been visiting appeared to me as a set of interlocking mirrors of different sizes, and they were just about to collapse and shatter. I was a perverted guy who lived on the ground floor of an apartment building in a Latin American city, I was the woman who lived above him, and I was the journalist interviewing them both and moving back and forth. I carried a pillow with me from the attic storeroom of the place to the balcony and I did this several times, always encountering my boss and wondering vaguely, without concern, whether he would think I was doing this for the purpose of napping, when I wasn’t. The mirrors reminded me that I’d been and done so much more than I could ever remember. They slanted in toward each other to form the narrow alley where I walked; their texture turned pebble-grained though still clear, then they began melting like mercury. By now I was almost asleep again and realized I would remain thirsty. I would sleep on thirst because it gave me something to go on.
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Sunset, Sunday, 11 July 2010
One of the things I look for in the sunset is a way to represent the underlying energy, the angelic or divine presence, the larger reality that we might not literally see with our eyes but that may account for the depth of our experience when we look at the sky.