Night of January 2, 2014. Thursday.
It begins as a well-intended project for humanity. Only the “large” and “tall” metal skeleton of this great building had thus far been constructed. It is three floors high, but certainly does not seem big enough for so many people that may arrive. This cannot be the sanctuary building, though. It looks like a building, but then a “giant man” comes and it turns out to be the beginning of a metal shelf, a set of three shelves (not floors) - and not a very impressive one at that. The man puzzles over a possible subtle slant to one side.
The older man ignores me and goes out to rake his lawn. However, he ends up raking up the roots of all the grass by using too much force, and so, he has no lawn. The pile of grass and roots sits there as three black chickens come to peck in the mess, partly at an electrical cable that had also been accidentally raked up. It starts to spark, and apparently they think it is a snake and chaos ensues, as wings flap and feathers fly, briefly, but chaos returns to the mundane.
He also eventually rakes up some human skulls somehow. Eventually there is smoke, so perhaps he is now burning everything so that the ashes fall back down and he has to rake again, although some of the ash is coming from a factory (in the distance) of sorts. I do not know, seems like a fair bet that it is a cycle of rake, wait for ashes and leaves to fall, rake again. More and more miniature lobsters appear. This looks like trouble. I am not too worried as the last time lobsters appeared, they were holding flowers and seemed to be symbols of friendship somehow. No drama ensues.
The Magnolia League had Brenda W and Tina as members. This was in the 1960s of course - Arcadia - and I contemplate how unusual it is when old patterns and ideas are “borrowed” as if it is something brand new, and yet amazingly oversimplified and the foundation of the original ideas scattered into the wind senselessly (or altered perversely through a skewed personal history), without merit (even “new” songs which are twenty-year-old cover versions and such that people use as an example of “modern” talent…wow) - and the source is not only not recognized but scorned - why "From Noon Till Three" (1976) is one of my favorite movies. Still, a lot of "Big ol’ Ruby Red Dresses" wandering around and many following them as the lawn burns. Brenda called a particular girl by that name. “Leave me alone,” she said. It was the funniest thing ever, because it was just like the song…we spent the whole day laughing about it. The other person did not even get the joke or why I was crying tears of laughter even after school at the library. I even dreamed about it a few times and woke myself up laughing. I guess I was easily amused.
Perhaps this great sanctuary really is a small bookshelf for people to “escape” to. The pages of books can be leaves. The leaves are not raked and discarded, but absorbed forever…
