Tenth Musee

I had bizarre dreams all night long.  I only remember one part, though, right before I woke up.

I wish I could remember more, but it had something to do with our book and a man wearing a wide-brimmed Dark Tower, gunslinger sort of hat, trenchcoat and a black skin-tight, spandex mask over his whole head, covering his eyes and mouth.  It was somewhat comic book-esque, visually.

There was this big square redwood building with a courtyard or park or something in the middle and Kathy and I were walking along crowded “halls” around the perimeter of this courtyard on our way… somewhere.  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the masked man in the hat and coat working his way through the crowd in a hallway across the courtyard. 

I knew him from my other dreams, somehow. You know what I mean? Like, I saw him and while I don’t remember any of the rest of my dream, *in* my dream I knew that I knew this person from before… whatever that means.  I immediately knew he was coming for us.  I grabbed Kathy’s hand and pulled, saying “We’ve got to move. It’s him.” I was surprisingly calm as we made our way through the crowd. 

In my dream there was a sense of danger and urgency as we hurried through the people.  I don’t know if this is my brain filling in things after the fact or if it was actually part of my dream, but I even seem to recall some kind of soundtrack… the kind of music they play during suspenseful scenes in thrillers.  I remember we got to the end of one of the “hallways” and I was fairly sure the masked man hadn’t seen us yet, but he pursued us with a serious, determined gait.  When I glanced over my shoulder to see if he was still coming, I caught a glimpse, strangely, of the cover of our book in his hand.  He was carrying it “boy style”, low along his hip with the cover facing out, so every time he’d swing his black-coated arm, I caught a flash of screaming pink against the black.

I have no idea what that means, but we made a left down another “hallway” and bent down to not be seen as we zig-zagged through the people.  We reached a ramp that led down to the grassy courtyard area and we huddled together behind a few people while the masked man paused for a moment and then headed straight down another hallway and not left in our direction.  Right then, I grabbed Kathy by the shoulders and said, “Run! We have to run. Go!” and watched as she ran full-speed down the ramp, disappearing into the trees (which weren’t there before, but were now, for whatever reason). 

And then I woke up.

Perhaps I shouldn’t eat hot sauce before bed.