Dreamed 1979/5/20 by Chris Wayan
I'm acting in a psychodrama scene, designed to be both entertaining theater for the audience but also to heal the actors. But the theater's an alien starship, run by Heinlein's Puppet Masters: nasty parasitic slugs that can tap into your spine and run you like a waldo--a robot hand.
A robed woman enters, acting like a giant baby. The psychodrama director pushes me to admit I want this woman. Her body's attractive, but I mostly feel bored, a bit indifferent, even impatient with both the director and his Big Baby.
Another actress hands me jewelry--her scene is next, she can't safely wear it--might get crushed. Delicate red coral bracelets and a silver and black medallion with a cameo of a man's head. And... BLUE CRYSTALS! Octahedral sapphires with powers. You think of an action or question and toss a crystal--and it lands pointing the direction you should go!
In the drama of her scene, I lose her jewelry. Damn! My friend David wants to start his scene but the director waits as I search for it. Following a hunch, I ignore the STAFF ONLY sign and climb up on the music-console to open a forbidden drawer. I find sealed gray bags of velvet. Like silverware bags. I find one that jingles but it's sewn shut. Finally I use force, tear it open...
Not the same jewelry--but more Crystals! I spot some scattered on the rug, too, now. Once you've touched them you're sensitized, I guess...
They've opened my eyes in other ways too. I want out of this parasite-infested ship!
I let the Crystals guide me out.
I don't use them well... often reject their first answer, tell myself "I didn't think clearly enough." But I stumble through the maze of corridors and make it out at last....
Pause on the journey by a railroad crossing. My cousin Barbara is with me. We find crystal shards on the ground. One must have been crushed by a train! I spot another one on the track, and snatch it off just before a train roars up. Good! Now we have three or four undamaged crystals. Glad: they're a great treasure.
The silver cameo of a man's face: this black and silver disk reappeared years later as the combination lock to a moral kiosk I had to escape, in a life-changing dream.
I was slow to take the dream's advice, but over the next couple of years I did slowly disentangle myself from that psychodrama troupe...
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