Last night I dreamed that I married a tiny Mestizo woman while on a trip to Venezuela where I was supposedly going to work on a tunnel of some sort that was intended to serve as a conduit for water or some other fluid. It seemed that I had been misappropriated at the airport and mistaken for an engineer who was similar in looks to myself but, of course, who also had the knowledge to actually build the thing. I often have this same sort of dream where I am stepping into someone else’s profession on the spur of the moment and I find it slightly disturbing that I’m always willing to take on the mantel of whatever position I inherit without any qualms about the consequences of zero knowledge. Anyway, I was up on a steel structure looking down on crews of diggers who were all dressed in exotic plumage that struck me as unreasonable for the work, and I kept noticing a tiny woman who was always breaking away from the group and running off into the forest every ten or fifteen minutes to do who knows what. I didn’t care that she wasn’t working full tilt but I wondered what could be so attractive back in the dark green glob of plants and trees. So I climbed down from the structure and found a machete which I used to puncture the woods and begin traveling in the general direction where I supposed the woman to be. It seemed like I hacked along for quite a while constantly fighting off giant uncoordinated insects who would pick at me with their proboscises and brainless legs so that I was pulled into that familiar slow motion associated with dreams. I cussed and sweated as I slashed my machete with increased violence, lopping off arms and legs along with the jello like extrusions of plant life that tried to suck me down into the loamy floor of the forest. Just as I was starting to perceive the futility of my effort I broke through into a large field of very uniform hay that had a path cut out starting precisely where I stood. I walked along this path until I came to a city of tall, smooth, glass buildings which were ringing slightly in the breeze and there was this woman sitting at a desk in the middle of a deserted street. She was reading a book called “The Calls” and it had a very curious cover that moved and glowed as she turned the pages. I asked her if I could sit with her and she said yes. When I looked at her face I realized that she was beautiful in that rat like way that I find so attractive and I asked her what she was doing here. She said she was learning how to break me down into every different part that I could possibly be and put me back together in the correct way so that everything would be forever ok. I had no idea how she intended to do this but I told her to go ahead and the next thing I knew we were both sort of glowing inside one of the glass towers, with some strange tune playing in the background. And then there was a monumental explosion and we were pouring through the very tunnel we were supposed to be working on along with a few hundred unhinged workers who were sopping in their feathers and loincloths. We all spilled out into a future village where I was married to this tiny woman who was named Maria Tait. Then I woke up and realized that my insomnia is on the run. Finally!
