Devious Unpredictable
6-14-1994
I appear before a steel door in a vast basement, like in a factory. There are mystical symbols on the floor and the walls, and several people stand about at the perimeter. A man is doing something strange, as if he's mimicking the actions of a gasoline pump. I stand there, boggled, and mention this to my unseen companion. Then the man somehow takes the converse of his previous action. I then understand, "Everything is inverse/backwards/chaos/or something..." I pace around, watching several other chaotic events, then stand in the center of the mystic symbol on the floor. I chant and rant about the phenomenon, calling this place the Devil's Gate or so, and revel in the chaos. In the back of my mind, however, I am wondering whether this is truly the spectacular thing that it first appeared to be. Now that I understand it, it doesn't seem so great. The other people are starting to wonder about me, and I hear sirens...an ambulence. I know they're after me. Then I hear sharp footsteps, very orderly and uniform. I get frantic...panicky. I hear someone who sounds like either a police officer or medical personnel, "These ones are harder to get...they are...(conscious? devious? can't remember)." My thoughts become more clear and controlled as my legs follow me out of that particular area of the complex to some stairs and a door leading downwards. I don't want them to catch me, and am confident that they won't.
posted by Phlegm at 11/23/2003
