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incredible dream last night

i dreamt that in my closet was a portal to heaven. if you walked into the closet and crawled into the right wall, you would enter this pathway and shortly be in heaven. sorta like being john malkovich.

the pathway was more or less a void, and when you'd be in it, it would feel like you were being compressed, sort of like being at a really packed concert. but you'd also feel tingly, probably because you were being dematerialized. you enter the pathway horizontally on your stomach and wait until you are actually in heaven. and this is not the heaven i thought i knew with the pearly gates and the clouds and all that eurocentric bible stuff. it was a lot more desolate.

when you're finally in "heaven," you're in this 8' x 10' room with really high ceilings. lots of reverb and echoes. a glowy warmth. less gravity, so you can jump and be in the air for a long period of time. i remember being in the room, which more or less was a classy jail cell, not unlike the last scene of 2001: a space odyssey, with a familiar girl who i can't put a name to. i thought to myself while i floated with the girl, that normally i would be in a panic trying to figure things out. but i knew it was heaven. i just knew. so i accepted everything, and learned to deal with the notion that i was going to be there for eternity. but it was more of a relief, than anything. no more problems, because this is my present, and this is my future, and nothing would ever change that.

"this is it, forever" i told myself.




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