Lizard in the terrarium

Dream 041313 Lizard in the terrarium Woke up at 4:30-ish. Time to take the dogs out, feed them, start a load of laundry, read a bit and take a nap. :P And instantly it began. It was so seamless that I couldn’t tell I had actually dreamed until I woke up at 6:00 with the images fading from my mind’s eye. I walk through the kitchen constantly, back and forth, each time giving a nod to my home’s hearth and altar. I was cleaning up a bit, dishes and such, and had a little water in a bottle to get rid of. I walked over to the altar and twisted the lid on a large jar to pour water over the plants inside. These jars are the type used to store elbow macaroni decoratively on a kitchen counter. And in real life no such jar exists on my altar or anywhere else in my home. But like I said, the dream was seamless and I didn’t take note. I twisted the lid back on, and that’s when I noticed movement in the jar. What in the world? I thought this was a basic terrarium? What… “What” was a good sized gecko, thick as my thumb. About 6 inches long. How did it manage to get in there? And thrive? There is no food source. That’s when I noticed the second stirring amongst the flora. But this one was different. I saw the fat gecko tail, turning and crawling along the gravel. But something else was attached to it. It wasn’t a gecko! Another creature grew out of a discarded lizard tail wtf? It was smaller, more colorful. And it was struggling to emerge from that tail. Interesting… Next came an hour and a half of wonderment, exploration, travel, magicians (real wizards!), the cops (??), a camaraderie with a band of gypsies (I do love me some gypsy), then dawn and worrying if the lizards were ok. After I woke up I rummaged around in my esoteric book collection for my primer on animals. Found it and flipped pages to lizard – here you be. It seems lizards represent dreams. I dream about a dream hmmm And it made reference to dreaming to manifest. Now the question is…do I really want wizards running willy nilly through my life? Might prove interesting haha.

the cha-moirs-6

The unit was transferred in it’s entirety to the domicile of the pack, the snake eater in his component, his posse close to hand. The visitations did in deed cease, much to the chagrin of tech personnel in the cartel. Unable to continue their experiments with chemical and harnass, they drifted offward to other bunkers, there to hone their interrogative skills farther and wider afield.

Life resembled some sort of normalcy, at least the neighbors noticed nothing askew. Another module was accumulated, and settlement was reached. But it just had to be too good….one can never accept too good. A battle was brewing tween this stalker and the snake eater. A struggle for powers budding and thought lax. The posse and it’s division were rarely round, and those in the pod were themselves and giddy. So when he did breeze through, it was likened to a violent storm with vivid sparks being seen flashed off the horizon. He felt the flyer should have the ground cut from beneath, cast adrift with humanity, powerless.

A comment, an observation really, was made in innocence.

~Where did so-and-so go? I saw them last week, but I’ve since been told they are no longer here….where did they go?

Well, this was just the opportuinity the snake eater was waiting to pounce with, to ravage and eviscerate the super hero.

~They have died

~What is died?

~They are dead

~What is this dead, explain?

~They cease to exist

~What do you mean, they cease?

~Their bodies fall, rot, to be eaten….there is nothing left to mark their place

~Why did this befall them? What did they do to deserve?

~It happens to everyone

..........No......….it does not….......not I

~YES

~EVERYONE

~DIES and ROTS

~Even YOU

The scream was heard throughout the compound, high and long….oh so long. The medics were called, those luscious drugs administered once again, the body lashed and numb….but the soul did not stop it’s wail. It echoed and battered into and surround the internal walls of every living organism….I can not fulfill my destiny….there is not enough time….i have failed you all.

The goddess in training imploded that day, never to recover, never to fully inhabit her realm again. For what is the point? There is just not enough time……

the cha-moirs, 5

So at the tender age of 7, my pod was moved to michigan. by this time it had been expanded to 4 modules, a little whelp joining us during the fall of the sightings. The environment was similar to germany, with groves of olden wood, the desired mold and leaf litter, trails that led off to private nooks, but with an added bonus……we moved within running of a lake. and oh, what a body of water…..you could barely see to the other side. and it was deep…..and cold…..and haunted.

and so it began….the nightly visits by insectoidal creatures half the size of a small car, communal and red, with pointed claws that grubbed and tore. hauling this soul off, pushing it out to wander the void alone so that the shell could be occupied by others….others who spoke in long dead languages, rants and accusations ringing out, the pacing and draggage of flesh, patterns worn into carpet in ever increasing coils, causing havoc and terror in the small, crowded abode. then came the restraints, the medication….the futility.

Even the whelp began to wander, and each morning a hunt was launched down that long desolate stretch of beach punctuated by tossed debris, as if there had been a battle with the night. It would be found paused and dazed in a lea of a half-submerged trunk, unclothed, mute and forever blank in the watery dawn's light. the snake eater admitted defeat in this battle with the elementals and the decision was made to move.

the cha-moirs, 4

Then one day, the pseudo mother bundled me up and stuffed me into the air-tight rolling can. It was early in the day, very early. I did not like going away from my surroundings before the sun And then to be taken to a square, boring building, so noisy, so full of….what were these things? They looked like me. But they came in all different colors and sizes. And what?! What were these?! What were these….interesting….they.…hmmm. Anyways, we were all herded into these rooms, arms and legs smacked and jumbling. Forced to sit still in these pre-formed chairs, with arms and tables, so easily trapped, bound by coats and bag. Oh…oh. The day grew older, my spirit crying out to be spared.

Then suddenly….freedom! They took us out-of-doors. And there! My woods! A mad dash between out-stretched arms and shouts to stop……then the welcome cool foliage. I dove deep till I no longer heard them, those alien beings who made my senses ache. I scouted, and yes! These were my woods, the familiar paths, though far afield from my usual ramblings. And I recognized landmarks, that twisted knot there, the little brown pile of organic matter under branches bent. Yes yes, this was my home. I wallowed in my comfort, tossing leaf and mold high, giggling with relief. Ahhhhh

So now was time to study…. I crept to the edge of the woods, my position camouflaged, my intent indiscernible. I needed to study these entities. These creatures so like myself, yet….the feelings I got were similar to those I felt when tracking the pairs. Funny feelings, in my hair and toes.

These creatures must be dissected. Exactly what and who were they? Why did they make me feel this way? I will sit here, quietly under the compost, like one of my precious wolf spiders. Alert....trap lain....patient. Till finally, one gets too close to my pre-arranged stones and twigs….and YES! Success! It is down, tumbled, shocked and crying, afraid of my unknown. YES! Hahaha

It squirms, I feel…..oh....this is delicious. What are you little toy? Should I bite or lick? Tear your limbs, or just your coverings asunder? Oh oh, this may be worthwhile after all, this bundling-off to a building full of delights before the daybreak. Yes yes….

That fall, there was a haunting in the woods. The adults quaked, the mini-mes mewed. The men in black boots rummaged the parameters. But never was the phantom discovered. It struck without warning, dragging children....well….the wee men-folk....into the dark, wickt wood. Unspeakable things were performed under those tall trunk-ed branches. Unspeakable and unnamed. Never was the attacker deciphered, its face a merge of browns and lichen. But, what was done under those piles of autumn refuse….would dwell with those lads to this very day.

the cha-moirs, 3

yes, the rattlesnake eater was a harsh man…..he did not deserve family. that one is entitled to his own story…..but like I said, scars
he caused me many years of counseling, not because of what he had done to me and mine, though that in itself would be sufficient. no, it was because I saw in myself from an early age, his likeness. how can yu hate yourself as much as yu hate another, through no fault of yur own? aww well, all better now!
So where were we…..ahh yes, germany

this place, oh this place was filled to the brim with backwater portals. yu could slip into and out of 'normal' existence, confounding the minders in charge of yur person. an adjustment in the view, and voila! across the block in a blink. we lived in an older part of a village, still looked as it did pre-WWII if yu can believe. I used to roam….im surprised I was not kidnapped, stolen or worse, all the places I explored that I shouldn't have. but my knack for opening those 'doors' came in handy many a time.

and the woods called me……old growth forest. oh the smells. I used to bury myself in the leaf litter at the base of trees, my eyes the only indication that anything existed in that space. watching the inhabitants. animals used to walk right over me and never knew I was there.

and something else strange was witnessed. I used to see humans in those woods, and I would stalk them with glee. they sometimes walked aimless, sometimes with purpose down ruts in the leaf mold. sometimes in pairs….those were the ones to watch, creeping under bush and vine. deeper into the unknown....they always drew me deeper……sighs……grunts……gasps. sometimes I was able to grasp a little hint of movement, but they were blendt into the flora as well as I was, so the sounds had to suffice. quite a discovery for a 5 year old……but then, i already had scars from the rattlesnake eater

the memories….i must wallow, scuse

ta

the cha-moirs, 2

oh good, thought I had scared yu off….
im used to it, my parents having been hounding me since I can remember to hide the usage of my super powers from the neighbors. As to my planet of origin? Why, its that egg-laying eye-beam shooting planet over in the western quadrant of the sky, the one that blinks out, red and blue?

Anyways, as I was recollecting…..my parents never appreciated my powers, nor did they believe in the existence of my nanny. I would escape from the tucking each night and run screaming across the hall (for I slept in the kitchen on a blanket on the floor yu see) and hide under their bed, babbling about IT being immune to my powers. My dad, being one of those covert thingies who jet all over the world and hide in the bush eating rattlesnake, brought in his posse to scan the premises for wormholes, but alas, none were ever found. From whence did the bulb-head come? Was it a long-lost relative? My real momma?! If so, thank god for the physicality of this place, that thing was UGLY!

So yes, we are now in another country in the telling of this story. My dad, the rattlesnake eater and I were forever locking eye-beams. The conflicts escalated into all-out warfare many a time. He had this saying…..this is my house, my rules, if yu don't like them, leave. Well, since the age of 5 ive been trying to!! I would take off walking, be gone for hours. they would have to send the militia out for me. And when I was captured, as I envariably was everytime (since the facility was encased by barbed wire damn it….too young to carry bolt cutters) i would be brought before the rattlesnake eater for punishment. He would tell me, in front of his posse, that I should have taken my things, cause once I leave it has to be for good. Yet when we'd make it home, the pseudo-mother would shush him, bundle me off and all would be quiet till the next battle.

more when ive quenched my thirst……

ta

the cha-moirs, 1

My story uh? Well, let me start with my first recollection…..i was in a room full of giants with loud, raucous voices. I was swaddled very tightly in some type of material, so I couldn't harm anyone, and was being passed around.

Next memory, turds in the tub!

Ok, fast forward 1 year…..i was sitting on the curb and this little fox-headed girl came walking by, asked me if I wanted to learn about universal law. Well of course I said yes, and we promptly walked away from the house. She told me oh so many things, some I already knew, some she couldn't stress enough as being important in the scheme of things. My family wasn't too concerned, they allotted time each evening to hunt me down in the neighborhood….

Next scene, age 5. we were in germany.
Now, some people claim that they are nothing like their families and were probably adopted. Or left by fairies – a changeling. I on the otherhand was transported to this planet in an egg, to be hatched and placed in my mother's hospital bed on the day of that other girl's birth. I know not where or what became of her…. I am not human, nor fairyfolk…..i am a super hero! I am serious! I spent my nights flying round the universe slaying bad monsters with the beams that radiated from my eyes! And each evening, my nanny, a bulbous-headed hideous creature with stalks for fingers would come tuck me in, as tightly as possible, so as not to harm the natives….
All this recollecting is wearing me out……sorry
Will talk soon
ta