A
DREAM ABOUT VIOLENCE and SHOES and TRYING TO FIND A WAY OUT.
I am in te middle of a discussion with
another guy who is loosing ground and becomes very angry.
Shut the f*** up, he yells at me, or
I’ll become violent in a while.
He looks a bit like my brother but he
is not my brother.
I continue to reason with him because I
like the controversy of our debate.
Shut up, shut up, shut up, he shouts
and changes into somebody close to the incredible Hulk. His muscles
are swollen and thick. I see the veins pulsing in his face. He blows
up like an elephant but all I see is a giant torso, shoulders, part
of the back, arms with fists like sledgehammers but no legs or feet
at all.
I am going to kill you, he mumbles.
How are you going to do this if you
only have a torso, is my final question and I walk away from the ugly
scene towards a nearby town.
I try to find a bar because I am
thirsty after all that shouting and menaces.
I see what I think is a bar but it is
not, it is a mix of a giant shop and a factory.
Conveyor belts run thru the place from
different sides at ones. It is like being caught in a maze. On the
conveyors are a mixture of shoes, men shoes, women shoes, shoes for
children, orthopedic shoes, shoes for little people even. I try to
get out but I cannot find the entrance anymore.
I am puzzled. How do I leave this crazy
place? I ask to a shopkeeper who looks a bit like my brother but who
is not my brother.
You have to choose a pair of shoes,
says the guy.
Man, I am like Alice in Wonderland but
instead of eat me, drink me, it is pick up a pair of shoes!
I pay for a pair of ladies shoes, all
glittering, with many colors and little stars and ribbons around them,
a pair of art shoes for my friend Liza is my thinking. Suddenly I see
an escape door.
I take the subway to visit Liza when a
train arrives at the platform. I see another lady friend of mine
entering the train. I have not seen her in years, so I follow her and
try to connect with her on the train. I go from wagon to wagon but
without any success. It is like she is vanished in thin air!
Louise, Louise, I cry, where are you?
It is Guido here!!
In the last wagon a lot of people are
packed before a bar. A jazz orchestra is playing New Orleans music
and people are drinking and dancing and talking loudly because of the
noise.
Midgets are carrying the drinks between
the people. They have naked torsos but wear pants and a bow tie. We
have to be careful or we trample on them, a drunken man whispers to
me.
He looks a bit like my brother but is
not my brother.
That’s why we leave our shoes behind,
so we cannot hurt the little folk.
Everybody has indeed bare feet. Are you
a cross dresser, a woman asks me, she looks like my niece but is not
my niece. No, these are escape shoes for Liza, I explain.
The train fades away and changes into a
giant bed. Everybody is asleep. I try to look thru the window and am
facing a black wall which is crossing by at incredible speed. I focus
on the wall and then see that the background color is black but that
the wall has several colors (mainly red blue, yellow and orange). The
colors make forms and shapes, without any meaning, almost amoebic
forms, asemics in strange patterns and rhythms, no clear harmony or
balance.
I close my eyes and open them again to
focus more on the wall. Lights sparkle in my retina.
I feel someone is jumping on my legs.
I close my eyes and open them again and
see the wooden cupboard in my bedroom.
My youngest kitten is walking on my
legs.
Did you bring any shoes for my poor
paws, he asks me and I return to sleep at once.
Guido Vermeulen, May 2012
Dreaming art by Lesley Magwood Fraser, South Africa
Dreaming art by Lesley Magwood Fraser, South Africa
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