Just found the note I wrote last night (read: late this morning) about the dream I had.
Maniacal laughter regarding complete chaos during work dream
So, from what I remember, I/we (can’t remember if it was someone else’s fault too) were responsible for somewhere (I vaguely recall an old…
or where contemporary Blixa Bargeld was a child-kidnapping faery in a shopping centre
That one was a good one.
The last two are my favourites.
Fairies in a shopping centre. I hope my subconscious can do that one day.
“In a busy shopping mall, a woman discovers a patch of serenity. Here two people, a man (Bargeld) and a woman, are setting up a separate setting - as they let down the sides of the box, they reveal a number of beautiful silk pillows. The woman of the couple sits at the high table with a book, and begins reading it in a quiet, chant-like voice. The observing woman notices she is reading in German, but still parents are leaving their children with the couple to entertain whilst they go about their day.
The woman sends her son to join the others at his insistence and approaches the man. He is placid and gentle, soft-spoken, and tells her in staggering English that he is sorry it seems weird, but English is their second language and they find children of this age have such trouble understanding their broad accents that they feel they may as well speak German - it ultimately has the same effect, anyway. To the woman’s shock, the children sit listening in perfect peace, and she marvels over this to the man. He nods and smiles proudly at her. Well, they do their best. If she is so fascinated, would she like to see how they do it?
Time seems to slow and the woman sees the whole scene from the beginning. The people are moving in slow motion and sound is muted. The couple stand in their typical places except the man’s grey eyes are fixed upon her. A child is brought up to the table by a mother and the German woman takes them aside, sits the child down and places a plastic bag over their head. This is repeated for every child - and to the first woman’s horror, she realises that even the people around her - some adults, some children, moving on their way through the shopping centre - already have plastic bags upon their heads, obscuring their identity. The woman’s chanting puts the children into a hypnotic chant, and then, when she claps her hands once shortly, they all fall unconscious. The man gives back the first woman’s son, and then he and his companion pack up their setting into its box again, children included, and vanish into the crowd.
It was actually a nightmare so I don’t recommend it.
My nightmares generally involve me getting stabbed in the back. Probably related to that spasm I get when people stroke along my spine.
I get them very rarely though, which I’m rather grateful for. Though any nightmares besides the stabbing one are much worse. Fortunately, after being closeted for so long, I’m good at repressing things.