DREAMS: falling in an elevator – swerving in the snow – pursued by unknown assailants while in possession of information or artifact, presumably stolen – jumping from somewhere (Presque vu) Terraza’s den – sees eyes of detective in Terraza, resemblance or conduit
[[Arcane/basements-of-troubled-places/plot/DUNGEONS of the MIND|DUNGEONS of the MIND]]
Dream: I am involved in a mountain climbing expedition. It’s cold and snowy, and a friend and I are mentally replaying Led Zeppelin songs. We sleep in ditches dug in the snow. I think of inventing an inflatable sarcophagus to keep us warm. I wake up with Dyslexic Porn Star playing in my head. I recall calling the [NAME REDACTED] to yell at [NAMES REDEACTED] and threatening to take them to small claims court. I was fighting for the principle, not the $67.
[[Arcane/the-inheritance/scenes/KGB – Lifted Truck – Underground School|KGB – Lifted Truck – Underground School]]
Dream: I am in league with a global preservation society whose mandate is to protect the environment and spiritual welfare of the planet. I remember a tall futuristic building like something from Star Wars. I remember being in an odd little gym with a massage spa; the ceiling must have been 20 feet at least. There was a feeling of contentment from being a part of something I knew was good, and I trusted the energy that surrounded me as I could positively effect change.
[[Mountain Climbing to Led Zeppelin]]
Dream: I am bussing to a buy/sell place trying to sell some stuff like old shoes, and as the girl was tallying up, the number would drop after I got my hopes up for the money I would receive. The usual bus rides to unfamiliar places, then I am part of an investigation on both sides. First, I am a fly on the wall with the hunters, and they are discussing the possibility that the man of the homicidal hobo couple had no idea what was going on but that the woman was the killer, given forensic evidence. I become the man; I am dusting marijuana plants with some powder in a large greenhouse building. This fat, disgusting woman comes in, and out of the corner of my eye, I see her take something sharp, and out of nowhere, she stabs this guy with rage, and I am shocked. I look over at her, and she’s viciously sawing through his throat. I didn’t feel like I was dreaming. I was revolted and awoke with a fright. It was 4 am, even after knowing it was just a dream I was shaken and wasn’t eager to go back to sleep.
[[ALMOST A THIEF]]
Nick & Xander gel so well because both have powers they cannot explain. Xander has always been able to coerce others with mind control to get whatever he wants, while Nick is a chameleon-like shapeshifter who can blend himself into anything with the ability to algebraically plot large impossible schemes quietly from the shadows. What they share is a guiding sensitivity to events and people.
[[The real problem I find is in differentiating between memories, dreams, thoughts]]
DREAM: a younger brother who never got to grow up lives in a dream, kicked garbage and got blown up – one of several recurring dreams that ends with Nick waking to the sound of his mother’s voice screaming hoarse in his mind.
[[Nick is a patient of the would-be psychiatrist X. Mercurio]]
Nick is a patient of the would-be psychiatrist X. Mercurio, whose Doctorate dissertation is a theory that schizophrenia = reality, albeit a different one, and that 99.9% of our brains that we do not use is the storehouse for the universe’s secrets (Akasha) stored in the nearly infinite format of the mitochondrial DNA, our brains are an organic storage system, and Nick’s mind is the key to unlocking both Xander’s career and untold secrets for humankind. Xander must challenge traditional psychological understanding by looking at Nick’s parapsychology and following him into his “unreal” world.
[[the day I found out my father died was a turning point]]
One look at Nick in his habitat and it is immediately obvious that you are not dealing with a creature who spends much time in this world. His flagrant disregard for the material world is evident by the squalid disrepair of his home “office.”
[[Anus]]
Kensington Market = Diagon Alley – a transport to another world within a city, a closet to an alien land. The surreal cloaked in the mundane.
[[Empires – Tracing history of humanity]]
-Into some next-level shit
-a gentle spirit
[[The Supernatural – Hans Holzer]]