Portal from bushes inside a dream


I had a dream recently. I was on the sidewalk in front of the sideyard of 128 Cambridge (13210) with some people who were traveling to some destination with me. From out of  the bushes, seemingly from no-where, came alien looking riders on large steeds. They appeard to be warriors by their dress and arms. They came out of those bushes, across the lawn,onto the driveway and then the sidewalk where we were standing. They just ignored us as if we were invisible. We could have been in another cognitive dimension for the way that they acted, though I remember one looking me straight in the eyes before reigning his horse down the sidewalk.

That spetacle from what was a rabbit-hole to another world is unlike the spectacles in which we engage. We have our trappings-sensuous, sensual, or just visceral to enthrall us to attractions. Our trappings are just nuanced and subtle derivations for the sake of social propriety of what we crassly seek in circuses, horror houses,and wax museums. Just a lot of bell and whistles. That's our escape.

Those horseman from the portal were oblivious to us except for the one who stared into my eyes. They were disinterested and indifferent to us. They were on a mission for which effecting we in front of them or being affected by us,was not a consideration. Unlike us, I doubt if their aesthetics went beyond being affected towards the "virtues" of their seemingly grim duty-just the purposeful and the functional. They weren't self-conscious of being a spectacle , or having a most affecting presence, similar to the temporal spectacles of today. For how they were acting, those horseman could have been loping along in the middle of nowhere, than way they were riding on a side street just off the 2000 block of E. Genessee.

That's the difference I see in the nature of the rabbit-holes I deal with, and those of media fiction

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