I woke up early today but once I was moving around, I felt massively tired, so I sat on the couch, put my head down, and took a nap shortly after I had just gotten out of bed. This is how it goes sometimes these days, and not long after I put my head down, I started to dream.
In the dream, I was sitting on a green bench out in a parking lot near a busy street and still with my head down dozing. My friend Dave was sitting on the other end of the bench looking out over the parking lot. Eventually a woman came by and rushed up to Dave and seemed to want something from him. He seemed irritated with her but spoke with her anyway. Eventually, he came over to me and surreptitiously handed me a business card and some money and asked me to hide it. I put it on my thigh under my hand and tried to act natural. Once the woman was further away, I moved it into my purse. I noticed I had a big wad of money in my purse and now his money was next to mine, for some reason this seemed interesting, like I had forgotten I had that much money in there and I was surprised by the size of the wad.
Soon the woman came back and talked to Dave a bit, said some friendly words to me and said she had to go. I realized she was part of a counter lockdown demonstration and was carrying a sign to that effect. I wanted to give her some words of encouragement so as she was leaving, I tried to say, 'Yah, good job!' but the words came out quiet and low and grumbled. I realized I was asleep and it's hard to speak when asleep and I felt she probably did not hear me.
I dozed more on the bench until I noticed a weird sickly ratlike animal crawling along the pavement towards us. I asked Dave what it was and he said he didn't know. It was missing a lot of fur on it's back and the skin appeared ready to crack open, as if it was half rotted inside but yet still alive somehow. I took a stick and poked its back but it did not respond to the prodding. I felt I could easy kill it just with a hard poke, which would cause its rotting insides to burst out, but I did not want to do that. I asked Dave several more times if he knew what it was, for some reason I felt he MUST know and if I asked again, he'd surely tell me, but each time he said he did not know. Eventually the moldering rat creature left and then another one came that was similar. I poked that one too and asked Dave if he knew what it was again but all the outcomes were still the same. And it too wandered off again.
Then I became aware of a middle aged black man with speckles of beard hair standing there looking at me. Although he seemed to be in a different place than me, under a wooden door frame in a building, somehow I could still see him. He seemed poised to move on but he seemed important somehow so I said, "You seem important, who are you?" In response I could see his lips moving but could not hear the words. Frustrated I said again, "Wait! Who are you!" He seemed amused by this as if he knew it would not work but he answered again anyway and again, although I listened with all my might, I could not hear the response. Then he turned and I knew he was starting to leave. But I was determined so I said, "WAIT! Can you answer in a way that I can hear you?"
He paused and looked at me. For my part, I tried to listen again and then my left ear seemed to increase greatly in sensitivity. I felt it 'open up' in a weird way as if I could now hear even the tiniest hair vibrate on a fly. Around me was a slowly increasing massive din of noise, channels of noise coming from all directions, all manner of noises, squeaks and growls, tones and clanging, and above all there were many kinds of people and things talking here and there, almost every sound imaginable, coming from every direction at many different levels. I could hear them all at once, confusing yet amazing and I was in awe of hearing this all at once. And then I determined that I must listen very hard for the answer from the black man in between all that racket.
I knew the answer in my mind before I heard it, by the time the sound came, it was anticlimactic
. In a gravely whisper so very quiet that I could barely hear it, slowly emerging with a great amount of time between each word, I heard him say, ".... i ......... am ................ Morphius." And then I woke up.
* Note that the black man did look similar but not identical to Lawrence Fishburne from the Matrix movies. Google also showed me that Morpheus is said to be the Greek god of dreams.
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