2024/11/10

STRANGE OLD HOUSE ON THE TEXAS COAST

In this dream, I was with some old friends taking a trip around the south Texas coast, where I have family and sometimes visited in my youth. It was late at night and we were getting into my mother's car, about to start heading back home. I was sitting in the back seat with my old friends Sarah and Adam. Matthew was in the front seat. After a long trip we arrived at a big house in the middle of nowhere. It was apparently a special, secret place that my mother wanted to show to us. We went up to the front door and found it open. We entered the house and found it to be full of strange art objects. There were many somewhat eerie paintings of young girls on the wall that looked like artist Trevor Brown.

At the back of the large foyer, there was an ancient Apple computer that we turned on. It booted to the command line. Apparently we could offer a "wish" to the command line and it would give us a random "oracle" of sorts (no, this wasn't TempleOS!). It seemed like it didn't automatically grant your wish but gave you information you needed to make it come true on your own. It was connected to a kind of bell that we would ring set up in the fireplace, kind of like the bells you ring at a Japanese shrine, but looking more like a bell system at a western church. Whenever you entered the "wish," the bell system would start up and it would start typing the response. Adam asked something and it gave him a long, somewhat difficult-to-follow answer that mostly narrated some terrorist event that happened between Israel and Lebanon in the 20th century. I'm not sure how it was relevant.

I was walking around and looking at the different art objects in the foyer, which were endless and fascinating. But I wanted to try offering a "wish" before moving upstairs on our tour. I was kind of embarrassed to ask for a girlfriend, so I asked for a "raven" as a coded method. I suppose I was thinking of a girl with raven-black hair and assumed that the wise computer oracle would know what I meant. It seemed to have understood perfectly. It showed me a little video of sorts with a man (me I suppose) walking in the park with a girl. The girl suddenly disappeared. It said to not make unfounded assumptions about why it didn't work out. Then a young boy ran up and stole two chicken sandwiches from Chick-Fil-A out of my backpack. It said not to blame external circumstances on myself. When I was getting ready to move upstairs, my friend Sarah poked fun at me because she knew that I was really asking what I could do to get a girlfriend. I blushed and tried to ignore her.

I went up to the second floor and turned to the left. In a small alcove, there was a television facing the window which was on but showing nothing but static. There was also a tall man there who started moving towards us, which scared me and made me flinch back. But my mother said that she wanted to introduce us to this man. He explained that he owned this house and was part of an old artist collective that all of us were a part of and participated with when we were young children. Slowly, we started to recover old memories of it. He explained that it was difficult to sustain himself these days and harder to auction any of his artworks because not all of them were obtained legally. He was a big guy with a huge, unkempt beard, looking kind of like Richard Stallman. You could tell he was similarly nerdy and compassionate.

The last thing he agreed to show us before we left was a very special sight. It was the winter, and even though south Texas is never that cold during the winter, he somehow showed us a plot in the back of the house property which was covered in snow and ice. But that was the least interesting part. More notable was that there were a number of fantastical beasts and animals there. And yet, this is what we seemed to remember the most. We seemed to remember being with these strange, impossible animals when we were all much younger. Sarah immediately called out to one whose name she suddenly remembered in a flood of nostalgia and was something like "Darnzajin." It was about the size of a large horse, and there were a few of its species. It looked like a hybrid between a tortoise and a wooly mammoth: It had a shell encasing it and limbs that spread out to the side, but it was covered in brown fur and its head was that of a mammoth with a trunk. However, it had no tusks. And strangely, it had no eyes, as if it was from a cave and had no need for them. There was one other creature called "Nixt Sugib," which seemed like a dog-sized walking bat with big fangs, but I don't remember this one as strongly. We took our time to be thankful of getting to experience this strange, hidden place, both as young children and in the present.

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