Tales of the Castle Kingdom

This is an allegorical dream. It revolves around a couple in power, say a King and Queen. They are the owners or rulers of a property, a small Kingdom perhaps. There is a Castle built in the top of a Mountain, that's where they live. The landscape is mainly dark and blue. It looks a little like one of those paintings by Marc Chagall. In the lower part there exists somehow a village; a museum, a big shop of art, a place for people to drink and have dinner. I met some of these people, in the museum. They were all nicely dressed; they are talking about the places where they come from; a forgotten suitcase, and how dangerous it is in the streets where they live. This place also has dangers going around in the blue forest, but of a different kind. As we run through, in the countryside, I talk to a young couple. She has a nice dark green dress and he wears a blue king shirt, but their eyes are shifting colors: she has one blue eye and he's got one green, they had exchanged their eyes, but it didn't hurt. Their talk is also mixed up. One cannot expect understanding from them, but they like walking, and look around with bright open eyes. At some point there is also purple rain coming from somewhere below, it goes up from a special fountain. Like a splash in slow motion. The fat purple drops stay there, for a while floating in the air.

Back in the dining rooms, I feel a bit of intrigue happens between the customers. I hear the gossip. Inside the museum there is a large Greenhouse. At the entrance of it they have dinosaurs, huge and heavy skeletons held by metallic tubes. But they are vibrating. In this hall I can watch also a large chandelier, swinging dangerously. It is weighty. I sense danger in the food, I feel, or hear, there is poison in the water which runs in light electric green streams in the underground, and this causes a discussion between the kings as well. The king himself drinks water wherever he goes. This man's face, the King, is actually a known actor (Mauricio Garcés). He is a more handsome man than his wife, I think, despite he is older than the Queen.

There are news coming from above. It is announced in the mountain's Castle that the King will go away in a long journey. Somehow I know he is actually going to pass through Death experience, yet he will be able to communicate, and rule from beyond. He will go through a lot of pain. There are black tears, from him, running down; but he is able to endure such pains. This misfortune especially occurs in the Enchanted Castle; the King leaves, and the news are heard in the tiny little city below via some violet large sheets which are falling down: the news are written in big white text. Some people will be cast away and others will need to move from places.

The king has made a new system of tunnels next to the castle. They are painted, above the landscape of Mountain and Castle. They are mainly dark with red and white light, lines drawn among the passages. Somehow the structure is floating, it is below the mountain but it is also above the castle; it is in another dimension. The King can move around in there. He is able to come and go and pass on his messages. He rides a white horse, that is actually made of paper. The horse is merely a drawing of a horse he had made before. The graphite lines in the drawing have come now to work as a real horse. But since the horse is made of drawing paper, I see, it cannot really support a human being, it doesn't have the strength for that. Nevertheless, the king himself, he is now a ghost; he can ride well in that horse. One cannot actually see the lower part of the horse design in the drawing, one cannot see how it runs, or if it flies. The drawing is broken in its lower area, one can only see through it a night scene, a void outer space standing instead of the horse, with the stars included. However, sometimes there are star names written down, with thin bright-blue words.  The king rides on and I go along with him. For me it is needed to fly over, it's the only way I can follow the horse since there is not a bottom of it all, a soil, in this landscape.

In the castle meanwhile, many dislike the escape of the King, and the presence of the dull Queen. She decides to organize a great show, a conference in the Park where there is a large Auditorium. The place is full with public. The conference or show is inside the Castle but still is not in the interiors, where the kings lived. At the stage, there are standing in front three big throne chairs. The middle one is occupied by the queen, in the left one people can sit and talk to the Queen and to the audiences as well. The third one chair is empty, it stands in the name of the gone King. I sit in the left chair too, and talk to her, but I don't like the queen, she has very silly ideas. It could be she is looking for another King. She wants to look pretty, enters into a little room behind the throne where there is a small mirror. She can be so small to enter in the mirror. The place looks like a theater's dressing room, with the light bulbs floating around. But she uses too much make up; people would think she is only ridiculous. She wants to turn the entire event into a Big Show. Little after, she wants to use a simple gray dress that is almost transparent, thinking that it doesn't matter since she has a very nice body. The dress is not actually on her, but on a screen that stands before her; I don't like that dress. For the Great Show she calls for an act called The Lord of the Dance. I go around to discuss with other people about who actually is this person, The Lord of the Dance, since that name can be given to may people indeed.

I am sent to discuss. I find in a small desk one of the queen's assistants. We need to check by internet about how many dancers with the name are to be found. While we talk, next to us, sitting on a small sofa there is a young man who is trying to read, or pretending to read something, but he is indeed a mad man, a crazy one. He talks out loud incoherences, drools and shakes. It's very upsetting. I think someone has left him there unattended. He is actually a high bureaucrat, but someone who could not keep his inside, lost. The assistant's name is Annete. She sits in the chair's desk like a girl, has short black hair, straight, and wears  formal office-clothes. As I talk, I can hold the computer's screen with my hands and show her what I see; I can even shake off the screen; find out it is made of light, solid light. I explain that to Annete. She claims to know some of the partcipants in the dance act, and shows the dancers moving in the little screen. While she drinks some soda with a straw, I realize half her chest is out; I am telling her with the eyes about that, while she's in a phone call; it's embarrassing. But she faces my view as well. With her eyes she tells me she's aware of that. As she speaks her face is changing shape into many different women faces, from one to another; she tells it's somewhat part of her outfit. "Sometimes customers want breast feeding", she says. And we laugh. We laughed indeed. But I think this matter is not serious at all: if all they want is to convince people with an open blouse, about the program ... that is the Queen, I understand so.

Somehow I had to agree in setting up a dance show. But I know I am rather a scientist, this is not the best agreement. I go upstairs and find an old friend, Helena, who was sitting in the throne; she's a woman who is nowadays a well known scientist too. She has to be involved in this show, and I tell her that. My friend replies she needs to think about it. She takes off one of her earrings, and puts it with her hand below her sweater. That is weird because I thought she would take off an eye instead. Then I go to sleep and in my hotel room I notice I am not alone: a shadow moves, there is another woman there. She is in my bed and we sleep together.

The next day at breakfast my friend Helena is there. After thinking over night she agrees on joining the Great Show (the proposal). But she has her little daughter with her, and the girl is running among the tables without much control. There is fruit (Chinese melons) and live fish in the table. Helena cannot take her food from the fishbowls, and I need to drive her hand and show how to do it. We can feel the electric current coming from the fish in our hands. Fish are living beings. Then she tells me she needs to get going up, and finally participate in the Conference. But I am not in a hurry to go, I want to try all the different dessert cakes. They were left behind by many people in their hurry to be on time. They are in all the tables. Helena wants us to come along, together, but I wish her good luck: I go to meet the King instead.

The man is punching the black empty walls with a knife, and some purple ink comes out. He is drawing his own arms and hands, so that they don't disappear completely. Actually he needs to redraw himself entirely because he has no longer a real body. I can see in his head only some hair remains. I can help. But only draw some parts, because I do not remember how it all was. The King is fading out. The missing parts are filled again with dark black shadows, and inside some shinny glittering stars. 


This is almost the end of this dream. There is already music for the show, a play list I had made before. That part is finished, one can hear the music filling the entire auditorium. Voices, chorus lines and some instruments are playing. The crowd is moving. The music actually moves all the people around; it displaces them from their seats, they flow out, as if someone giant was shaking the entire auditorium. The room is spinning around, I can feel all that movement even asleep, and think if I don't dance along somehow I am going to fall. We all people will fall down, unless we all dance along as the musical has entered the room. But I know the show for the Lord of the Dance is actually not finished yet. I need to hold on the shoulders of other people. I tell them to wait until the show is complete. This isn't the Great Show yet!

The great museum

The great museum

There in down town Mexico City we found ourselves in a large museum, a maison, which seen form outside looked a lot smaller than it actually was. The museum was known from outside as this one by José Luis Cuevas, the painter. It had to offer a great variety of art life, courses, events, expositions, publications.

A big stone paved yard, surrounded by rooms and halls where things where shown and other strange happened. A stairway which led to the upper sky view of the patio.

In all the place, artists and visitors were always wandering, nobody seemed to leave ever; nobody coming in and out like in most museums. There was a restaurant, with horses, where some people were having dinner, others conversations about the things that were going on in the rooms.

We were having dinner, tasting cheese. The owner, was there too. An attractive middle aged man; a so called by some one else that sort of Mexican James Bond. He explained to us the theater, paintings, and all activities involved there were really needed to keep up going and he had decided to take charge on that quest. It all was needed even at night time. Since no body else in the city or the country had retained a good memory on how to organize a true artistic life, for the city, this Museum must stay open, even if the artists responsible, or the public participating, were all dead people. Even if the visitors, like ourselves, would be dreamers, or memories; wishes and ideas meeting along with ghosts in this place. And the funny smell of death was there, with the cheese.

My friend has long beautiful hair, she's watching herself in a mirror where the image it's upside-down. It is amusing to see her hand running over that long hair, while in the mirror it goes opposite and moves upwards. I watch over and over how this is indeed real. We move on. Outside it is wet on the stones in the yard, and she wants to run or do some kind of game together; but the stones are slippery. Perhaps in this place where things go other ways slippery stones are sticky. She is amused watching me hesitate, but I don't want to move far unless I am able to float over the stone.
 
The museum was a sort of alive cemetery, a place where many plays and conversations took place. We stayed for a while, tasting more other type of cheese and cold meat, and watched aside a man, who was lying on a small bed on white sheets. The inside of this man could actually be seen in a small canvas, a painting attached next to the bed (which was a water painting, as was explained). The paint was alive because this man was actually alive, it was explained as well.

Upstairs a woman is playing, she sings a theatrical song, a sort of zombie opera people can hear along the gates. It is a beautiful song I would try to remember. I see the sky at night and realize it is actually late dark. I need to go back home and wake up fully, to start the next day. But I am surprised seeing the great number of people being together there, so late at night.