[UA] Really Weird Dream

[Tim Toner]

Oh, yeah.  The 'Lucifer, the Nice Guy' dream.  In it, I'm some sort of
talk show host, but there's no audience.  Just me, a clip board, and an
empty chair.  I start doodling, and I glance up, and then he's sitting
there.  No horns.  No wings.  No ethereal beauty.  And yet...I sense
that this is the being for whom the sun rises and sets.  Or, at least,
it once did.  He smiles and asks, "Well, what do you want to know?"  Bit
by bit, I ask every question about morality, infinity, and my place in
it all.  I scratch down his answers, and when we're finished, I'm still
whipped into a frenzy, but he's tired.  Tired of the blame and
recriminations.  He stands and walks off the stage.

I wake up knowing everything.  Literally everything.  I try to write it
down, but what I end up with is so much gibberish and nonsense.  Now
bear in mind that this was before I'd read Paradise Lost and Sandman,
with Lucifer its "Hero".  I was Catholic Boy, and Lucifer was the Bad
Guy, to be booed and hissed at.  I was thinking what could only be
described as original thoughts (for me) and they all flowed into the
gutters of waking life.

>From time to time I'll dream, and that clip board will be there, and
I'll read through a few pages, and when I awaken, the day will seem a
little bit brighter, and I'll usually have one hell of a story seed
creeping into my brain.

Every normal man must be tempted at times to spit upon his hands, hoist
the black flag, and begin slitting throats 
--Henry Louis Mencken



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