Thank You, Sigmund.
I’ve been to Valhalla in a dream.
A friend drove.
I never saw his face, but he seemed happy to be there. We were to meet a blonde woman named Jill #2. She would have a room for us.
We entered a large building through tall, straight walls of concrete and masonry. The arched openings to the interior were designed to look post-Wizard of Oz.
There were people everywhere - likened to the "hustle-and-bustle" of a lively hotel. As we drove in, I noticed many blonde women dressed in bikinis, polishing cars. All very friendly.
I wondered which one was Jill #2.
We turned right into an massive parking garage. The ceilings were high and fashioned Emerald City-ish.
I felt we were by the sea - down south somewhere - I could smell the ocea.
We were greeted by Johnny T and an old friend, Chick Price, I had played Little League baseball with as a child.
Chick looked good. He had lost some weight. Retired from the Fire Department many years earlier and still wore his uniform. Both friends were happy to see us. They showed us to a room overlooking the sea.
Through large oval windows of an open-air room, there was a blue-green haze . . . as if we were high in the clouds.
The haze become one with the azure sky.
In the distance, I could see something shining and yellow.
As my eyes focused on the object, it became apparent it was a large lion statue forged from gold and perched high atop a tall building lost in a haze of clouds.
Tall buildings lined the coast.
Then I noticed there were lion statues around us everywhere.
I was taken to another area in front of the hotel.
The diffused light and swirling haze was surreal and appeared CG generated. The contrast between shadow and light was strong - Like a graphic novel or film, but there was no misery nor pain. It more enchanting, than evil.
The skies, the haze, and the clouds all were one.
As I looked around this place in amazement and beauty, I realized we were in a world of Special Effects within the hyper-real world that surrounded us . . . all being driven by filmmakers . . . everywhere.
Everyone was joyous and glad to be practicing their craft - There were camera people and jibs, and dollies and cranes . . . and After EFX guys creating the world. They were building it as we walked - a world within a movie - a movie within a world - and they were all passionate about their work..
Nothing was driving them other than the shear joy of the craft. Money didn't exist. It was all about love.
Two petite brunettes approached.
"Were glad you’re here.” They greeted me. “We’re here to help you however we can.” They smiled.
A friend drove.
I never saw his face, but he seemed happy to be there. We were to meet a blonde woman named Jill #2. She would have a room for us.
We entered a large building through tall, straight walls of concrete and masonry. The arched openings to the interior were designed to look post-Wizard of Oz.
There were people everywhere - likened to the "hustle-and-bustle" of a lively hotel. As we drove in, I noticed many blonde women dressed in bikinis, polishing cars. All very friendly.
I wondered which one was Jill #2.
We turned right into an massive parking garage. The ceilings were high and fashioned Emerald City-ish.
I felt we were by the sea - down south somewhere - I could smell the ocea.
We were greeted by Johnny T and an old friend, Chick Price, I had played Little League baseball with as a child.
Chick looked good. He had lost some weight. Retired from the Fire Department many years earlier and still wore his uniform. Both friends were happy to see us. They showed us to a room overlooking the sea.
Through large oval windows of an open-air room, there was a blue-green haze . . . as if we were high in the clouds.
The haze become one with the azure sky.
In the distance, I could see something shining and yellow.
As my eyes focused on the object, it became apparent it was a large lion statue forged from gold and perched high atop a tall building lost in a haze of clouds.
Tall buildings lined the coast.
Then I noticed there were lion statues around us everywhere.
I was taken to another area in front of the hotel.
The diffused light and swirling haze was surreal and appeared CG generated. The contrast between shadow and light was strong - Like a graphic novel or film, but there was no misery nor pain. It more enchanting, than evil.
The skies, the haze, and the clouds all were one.
As I looked around this place in amazement and beauty, I realized we were in a world of Special Effects within the hyper-real world that surrounded us . . . all being driven by filmmakers . . . everywhere.
Everyone was joyous and glad to be practicing their craft - There were camera people and jibs, and dollies and cranes . . . and After EFX guys creating the world. They were building it as we walked - a world within a movie - a movie within a world - and they were all passionate about their work..
Nothing was driving them other than the shear joy of the craft. Money didn't exist. It was all about love.
Two petite brunettes approached.
"Were glad you’re here.” They greeted me. “We’re here to help you however we can.” They smiled.
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