I had a dream last night. I was in an apartment with family/friends (don't remember who was there exactly) and a number of cats. I had a rather long conversation with a grey cat. At some point the conversation turned to the subject of the loons. We were having a problem with loons. The problem was that the loons were making too much noise. But...they weren't outside the apartment per se. They were actually in some sort of other dimension/universe, and the noise was somehow leaking through into our kitchen. The cat and I went a bit closer to investigate. We sat down next to the large Oak tree in the kitchen, which is where the sounds were the loudest. I then discovered, quite accidentally, that if I pushed on a particular spot on the side of tree, we would be transported to the loons' actual location. We were then in the middle of a jungle clearing, next to the tree, and surrounded by hundreds and hundreds of loons. Except that they actually looked like pink flamingos.
The whole 'transported to an alternate universe/reality' concept was undoubtedly inspired by The Atrocity Archives, which I read recently at John Shim's urging. But mostly I blame the bartender in North Beach who gave us each a free shot of everclear (mixed with lemon and sugar to smooth it out) just before we ended our night last night.
Posted by Stephen Bronstein at March 5, 2006 11:21 PM