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A Place Called Sleep

December 16, 2006

I dreamt a little dream. I dreamt a dream of Merian C. Cooper with Ernest B. Shoedsack. I dreamt of the Great War, The land of Grass and Life, The drama of the wilderness, and of an island Southwest of Sumatra. I dreamt of The Most Dangerous Game with Robert and Fay, I dreamt of Flying Down to Rio. I dreamt of these things that are apart of the world’s past, but their existence shapes my future.

I dreamt again. I dreamt of Ishmael’s midlife crisis. I dreamt of Queequeg and his shrunken heads, and of his coffin; the life buoy. I dreamt of Ahab, and of his leg. I dreamt of how he turned his cheek from The Rachel, and refused her aid in her search for the “lost children”. I dreamt of The White Whale and the blood upon his tally. I then dreamt of Starbuck, Stubb, Tashtego, and of little Pip. I dreamt of Elijah and his dark foretells. I dreamt of an aspiration.

The aspiration brought on the dreams of the worlds I’ve not yet created. Things I’ve not yet seen with my eyes, but have known in my mind. The aspiration then gave a cue to release the things I’ve concieved in the dark that have waited for proper revealing.

I still don’t wake up. Smoking Pipes, Harpoons, darts, whales, dogfights, neo-sainthood, blood, and God. Do I have your attention yet? A Debrie camera, a caged tiger, a stampede of Elephants; the animal called Chang. A country in need, a man with no god, a man with visions and addictions, I dream of my world.

These are the things that I think about constantly. The pieces of art, film history, and the work I would like to accomplish. All of it holds significance to me. I place it here for you, so you don’t have to ask who I am, or why I am. This is it.

Kyle W. Sutton