a recipe

For post-apocalyptic and scalding dystopian dreams:

1. watch Pixar's WALL.E (about the last robot on a 700 year old garbage dump of earth) 2. read Blood Meridian right before falling asleep (Cormac Mcarthy's mind-blowing old testament western novel)
3. have the stomach flu.

I swear it's pretty much foolproof.

All night dreams of rusted metal and heaps of burning scrap on a horizonless plain. My body was composed of sore junk and the parts of 1000 castoff metal pieces. The wind blew burning sand and everything glowed harsh. Each time I roused or woke slightly and moved they would squeal and scratch and clank together, yet soundlessly, in the way of dreams. I could just feel the dissonant sound vibrations in my muscles and the white heat of the desert sun on metal.

I started Blood Meridian at around 6 last night, read for two hours, picked it up again at 11 am and then finished it at 5:30 pm. It's old Kai-style reading, now which only happens when I am sick and CAN'T do anything else.