The Hollow

Man recounts his bizarre dream-sleep 'anti-vision' while immersed in Christian mythos rate, pre-chat with psychiatrist about 'negotiated' joy.

An inventive spin on classic Christian 'stuff' and modern dystopian/horror themes. 

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"I had a rather lucid nightmare after taking on a cyber-homeschool project for my (adult) students concerning reorientations of Christian mythos art/iconography of Purgatory and the levels of the underworld/darkness for themes like limbo and wrath and psyche-betrayals and wondered (honestly) if such weighty-meat induced the dream-sleep vision of dark-proportion for my mod-Earth Selfie-age of incomplete-distances readings to the blend of life with jeans (Facebook-like)."

"Given my (special) preoccupation with matters of mythos/metaphysics meaty-weight, I had to conclude (somehow?) I was drawn into a 'fantastic' dark realm in dream-sleep in which layers of anarchy and soul-stretch was somehow (eerily!) 'mixed' with a modernism, graphic, disoriented, jagged-edge Realism (for the Ego!)."

"In the dream-sleep 'environment I relay to you now, I was introduced to land-scenes in which masked 'desperados' fought with vain feelings of dark yearnings of rebellion and angst, all the while awaiting the presence/arrival of the 'god' of this underworld 'dominion' (Beelzebub)...and they seemed to be 'praying' for some mighty hand of vanity-punishments from the 'god' himself as if they were (somehow?) drinking-in limbo (or self-made purgatory)...wow."

"In one 'pocket' of this dominion of Beelzebub, the 'god' of this underworld, a once-forlorn beautiful blonde woman, widow, mourning-once the death of her killed husband (in war's battlefield), awaited the arrival of the 'god' (Beelzebub) as a lust-maid, as if to confirm his 'consciousness' of incomplete jewelry (hmmm). This was not Facebook-like."

"Then came the presence of this 'anti-god' (Beelzebub); and he wore a very-unusual gas-mask and fireman-hat, casting himself as some dystopia-soldier or messenger of languages-arts of flesh and billiards...and he wielded an axe and he chased me through a cornfield and then around a lake, and I felt like Holden Caufield (Selfie-like)."

"Why'd I have this very-unusual dream? I escaped from the clutches of the anti-god in the vision/hallucination; and then I found myself in the haven-room of a chef, a man who was separated from his wife (Esmerelda) and consoled his sad-heart with some very-tasty Mexican food, and he offered me some, and I dared not refuse, for this was the way-out of the mythos-nightmare for return to my 'normal' Christian-mythology cyber-homeschooling lessons/class (Facebook-like)."

PSYCHIATRIST: You're angst-filled about swimming in mythology, friend.

ME: I know what I dreamt...and it was incomplete-arts of sportsmanship.

PSYCHIATRIST: You need wind-for-Ego with some storybook comforts of Hell.

ME: Sure...I know of some 'field goals' imagery of chaos on sports-fields (IQ).

PSYCHIATRIST: Get one of these story 'books' (movies?) for Saturday's Eve, pal.

ME: Sure...maybe this was just my own jar-omen of things of manmade Hell!

PSYCHIATRIST: That's the right attitude, if you paint in Dante (etc.).

ME: Sure...this was what I called The Hollow (Earth realm jitters).

PSYCHIATRIST: Write it...there's always 'sports' with yolk (cinema-like).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)