Three university students have a wild time with romance, drugs, and existential angst in their first year. They develop a unique, soulful kinship while exploring the darker meaning of their pasts and similarly disturbing dreams. Strange synchronicities abound when they set off to explore what lies behind the curtain of the world we take for granted.
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 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 Scene:
I am at the mall with Grandpa. He is on a tirade against people’s Christmas shopping. I can’t say I disagree with his intentions, but I feel sorry for his misguided motivations. He’s right in trying to enlighten but not to convert.
I meet a young [NAME REDACTED], and we talk about whether or not he’s into religion; he says hell no. I don’t recall saying anything to the effect, and it occurs to me that it is as hypocritical of me to crusade against religion as Grandpa’s crusade for it.
I have an old Jeep that won’t start but magically moves on its own. I’m trying to roll-start it by putting it in gear and then popping the clutch. I’m cruising a privileged area and people are laughing at me. I realize now how dumb it was to be so preoccupied with an engine when the vehicle was moving already – symbolic perhaps of my environmental concerns and the universe-at-large being that some things just cannot be forced, for a reason and probably for the better.
I go to visit my brother, who is black. He lives in a very high apartment building with only stairs central to the structure. There are many tightly arranged units, and when I get to his place, I have to squeeze through a tight space into his tiny place. His girlfriend is leaving him and taking her stuff, and I wonder how she’s getting all of it down the stairs.
Dream:
Does this music … make ya wanna fuck?
Does House music … make ya wanna fuck?
I wake up at the alarm’s instruction. I was kneeling between the thighs of a pretty girl sitting with her sister on a bench by the side of a street with this song in my head. I lean in to kiss her forehead, she smiles and the clock goes off.
Shortly before this, I was in trouble with some people involved with an alien agency that uses complex encoding of messages using symbols left on surfaces and spoken phrases that seem nonsensical or making sense but unrelated to the actual message.
Each word’s first letter is meant to signify another word that only seemed known to them in sequence. Even once it was explained to me, it made sense what they were doing, but I still had no idea what they were trying to say.
Earlier (or later, who can tell – chronology is arbitrary in dreams), I was at the Mall on the lower level. A tall, pretty, brunette girl wearing short denim shorts on the second storey calls down to me, flashes her crotch at me and tells me that she shaved it for me.
I was impressed but continued on my way. It seemed too easy, suspicious even. At one point, I chatted with a tall redhead, possibly at a small bar. I also recall playing a strategy game like Age of Empires, where I could press a button to make all of my people happy.
Only parallel when absolutely necessary
I eat when I’m hungry
Sleep when I’m tired
Day, night; which ever
Weeks, months, years… sure
Life is too preciously short
To be measured in units
My life does not wait.
[[Arcane Episodes List 1-3]]
The alarm clock screams
Forcing me from slumber
Apprehensively, I answer the call
And you vanish like a shadow
Of wisps of smoke
Your presence is a mirage
Of love’s warm breeze,
Soft embrace
And tender kisses.
Like a wishful illusion
That disapparates at 7 sharp
Replacing your silky sounds
With a shrill cry
The sexy sun shine’s
Luxuriant heat
Turns to a chill, clammy caress
Your body becomes my pillow
And our refreshing kisses
Become a facedown mouthful of sand.
I hate you, 7 am.
[[arcane/dichotomy/plot/SHARED DREAMS|SHARED DREAMS]]
An orgasm of thought
Culmination of being, consciousness
Encircler
Savage sexx rituals
Biblical MADMEN
[[THEMES OF THE ARCANE DIARY]]
SCENES OF H-TOWN: Bum on a street corner, on a median at a busy intersection with a cardboard sign. Some callous ignoramus flicks a five out their window, and the bum jumps into traffic, getting killed for $5. Whether the man was crack-laden or starving for what $5 worth of food could do for his immune system in this cold weather, the newspaper article the perpetrator reads about it the next day in the newspaper doesn’t care, and neither does the unknowing reader. Just one less piece of human litter has fallen through our great society’s many cracks. It was then I decided to leave the city for a while.
For every ton of horseshit, you have to find at least a pebble that’s worthwhile, depending on your perspective.
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]]