A Brief Episode

Allen wakes up with photos spread across his desk. Is he still dreaming? A few deep breaths, “Probably no.” So, he stands up, stretches himself and looks in the mirror, which for a second swoons like the surface of a deep lake. “How long have I been out?” he asks himself, and then remembers – time has no importance. He quickly brushes his teeth and slaps cologne on his curly skin. Then, he grabs the photos – shots of a circus crime scene and an item found: a goat’s tongue – and leaves the apartment.

Allen's Dream 2: The Crack in the Whiteness

But whiteness is not the end. In the distance, Allen can notice a crack in the whiteness, so thin it is understandable how he missed it initially. He floats to it, touches the crack, which really feels like it belongs to some wall, yet there is no wall and the crack floats freely in the air, much like Allen himself. He wonders for a second; scratches his head, particularly that itchy spot right above his right ear; and then tries for the clear shot: swings with his leg and smacks the crack right in the middle. Pieces of paint and concrete fall down in eternity and now there is a hole gaping back at Allen. There is something on the other side of the wall, and it has horns.

Allen's Dream

Allen wakes up into a new dream: he’s a detective, looking for clues of the missing wise goats, apparently stars in some god-forsaken and bizarre-to-no-end circus with a ridiculously pretentious name – “Doppelganger”. Of course, he’s able to crack the case very fast – the goats haven’t really disappeared, they are just a dream like everyone else, after all, no goat has ever spoken a word, and of course, they are bound to reappear soon, again, as dreamlike forms to be sold to the public. There is an exception. In one cycle of this dream, Allen realizes that there is something beneath this circus and the point where it is placed (an underground lake runs right beneath it, some say to popular disbelief) at the time when the goats disappear. So he digs deeper. There is a connection between the goats and this mysterious fairy that had also disappeared from the circus some time (a month? two? can’t really tell) before the goats. There is this strange talk about some kind of dimension of negativity and how the goats are supposed to get the fairy out of it but it is all really messed up, and there is still no indication as to how any of it relates to the mess Allen has in his own world. Then, right at the top of the dream, Allen wakes up into yet another dream where everything is white, and he poses no questions, he has no fear, for he is free.

Dark Alley Memory

A memory roams the dark alleys of this city, looking for a host to inhabit but can’t find anyone. “Where have they disappeared to?” the memory asks itself but it cannot remember – there is a different memory roaming the same street that keeps that kind of information, but memories, as always, are impervious and possibly invisible to each other, selective to the death. That other memory knows that everything is gone, that there is nothing left, but bits and scraps of the chaos it once was, yet it doesn’t give up, it will never give up, and continues to do the same thing it’s been doing for ages, floating slowly through the deserted corridors of grey buildings, looking for someone to finally remember. “There are these two wise goats…” the first memory repeats to itself again, just-in-case, to preserve the message for the next host, as it gradually falls apart in the silver light.