Dear god. Ok, here we go.
I’m taking some sort of Masters course in some midsized city somewhere in the US. There is a discussion at the bus stop amongst classmates about misperception of high class and displacement of the arts in this particular city.
I get back to the place I’m staying with Steven. We are in bed talking about the dynamics of our relationship and there is a shadow across the door. The bedroom door closes on is own. I say, “please go check. Is someone here?” Without even leaving bed he says, “oh it’s just my mother.” Jackie does in fact appear and hurries into the bathroom first to throw some kind of test tube alien being into the shower. It has no gender, its skin is slimy white like a boiled dumpling and its kind of jerking and wriggling on the shower floor like a fish out of water. She looks apologetic for bringing the creature but there isn’t time to talk it over. She says a storm is coming. We hear sirens and step outside what I gather is an extended stay suite, and see that the sky is incredibly ominous. There are cornfields and a giant tornado is forming directly above them. (Note: earlier, Steven had shown me a magic trick where he could make the illusion of a single rose appear in the reflection of cornfield in the window, from our bed.)
The tornado is going to hit us. I look down on the front balcony and see Nemo lying there. I grab him and we run inside to take cover.
I crawl into a closet and hold Nemo tightly. I can feel the building get hit, metal start to scream and pull apart, the structure fail. I think “they dont build things how they used to.”
Nemo gets cat panic. I whisper: “I love you, I’m here, its going to be alright”’ over and over until he calms. The tornado hits the building hard and I feel it fall. I wonder if Steven and his mom will make it, braced in the shower room. I feel this thought through my whole body: this is it. I know I’ve died. But I never lose consciousness.
My eyelids are crusted with blood and thickly swollen when i open them but I open them and see I am in some sort of office building, very tech and media artsy. I pull my bruised and broken body up. I’m still holding Nemo. He looks confused. I see people I somehow know but they look different. I approach a young couple of students I knew were staying at the suites with me but now looked like they were trying to adapt and assimilate to whatever this new environment is all about. I propose the idea that we died and are now living another life. I ask a woman I do not know, middle aged, standing in the hall and reading the building directory: What year is this, I always forget close to the beginning of the year, haha! She says “It’s 2213”
I thank her and run to look ouside. its the same scenery. This new building has been built, very low to the ground, on the site of the one that was destroyed by the tornado.
Somehow I find Steven as I wander the town but he is now someone else. We are at some sort of fair or festival in this odd city, in the evening. Nemo is still in my arms but he becomes fed up and nearly feral. He escapes my arms and catches a rat in the dark streets as we leave the Fair. I tell Steven we need to get him back to the hotel. I scoop up Nemo and we enter the lobby of a very fancy hotel that says “the plaza” …. inside, everything looks like the early 20th century and the palette is all red, even the lighting. A bell hop cast in this red glow says “welcome back, mr and mrs Shepherd and little guy” and scratches Nemo’s head. Nemo in turn bites my face hard and i feel blood dripping down as the old fashioned lift doors close. I say to Steven “see, this place survived the tornado, we should have stayed here in the first place. Now we’re lost souls.” A housekeeper on the lift with us eyes Nemo warily and says “you’re not supposed to have that cat here.” I say, “well I died with him, so I have to have him here.” The elevator keeps going up and up.
I wake up to drool running down my face. Probably because my brain fried itself on this one.