In the business of nightmares there is rich food, impending vascular trouble and later after dark, a visitation from the mythical hag. The latter some form of nocturnal creature that is purported to hop aboard the middle of your chest to make your blood run cold both literally and figuratively. This phenomena having a long tradition worldwide along with the world flood. Spiritually speaking there are many malevolent creatures that become attracted to one seeking out the negative energy of fear upon which to feast. The core animal within having primal memories of past experiences of providing some predator somewhere with the dubious benefit of themselves serving as the prey. The prospect of impending doom will encourage them to find almost absurdly crazy avenues of escape in the world of dreams.
Blowing themselves up within a large balloon, for example, to escape using buoyancy to loft them into the ceiling. So many unacknowledged destructive demonic forces taking control after invading the premises would not find them. The motivating fear behind escape from these same evil entities now reigning over mankind who were both jealous and vengeful to the extreme towards anyone that might think that they could easily elude these fiends.
As public relations man partially in control of the work he was assigned, but of course completely responsible for it’s successful outcome, my stunt was nearly derailed when I found that the company wanted the famous PGA pro to swipe at a tiny golf ball standing atop a twenty-foot high narrow platform atop the roof of a thirty story building. To add insult to injury there was a opening immediately adjacent to the platform. So if the man lost his balance and slipped off the edge he might tumble down through it. He was in a testy mood especially when my Japanese counterpart began to initially verbally berate and then continue to bait him about being so obviously scared of heights. His silent reply came in the form of performing a trick shot with his driver that aimed the golfball at his tormentor leaving the ball to bounce back and forth within an inside corner at the far end of the building. A feat of skill that for anyone else would be impossible.
Running away from the orphanage with another little boy through a forest to the local mall where many types of toys abound in great numbers. Wire toys designed specifically without heads but with lumpy plastic limbs formed around a central armature of thick bendable wire that can be positioned in so many ways. A strange connection to a selection of semi-transparent color swatches that had to be obsessively checked and checked again to see if there was any correspondence to the headless dolls.
The limbless boy’s most telling daily activity being to immerse himself in the fantasy of virtual characters with his own chosen avatar’s possessing functional arms and legs. There he tends to lay upon the floor almost every afternoon before an old analog television set as he continuously presses upon the buttons of a games controller alternately using his shoulder and his face to manipulate his own character around the screen. One might easily imagine what universe that he preferred.
Someone unknown shooting tiny BB sized small caliber rounds into the front window through the ornamental balustrade of the front terrace. The little children in the vicinity violently protesting their innocence when asked if they saw anything? Asking one to get a rod there rest responding that they didn’t do anything. The long stick now in hand the decline of the distance between the top of the heavy concrete railing and the rosette within determining exactly where and from what height the shot had been fired from across the way.
Change of scene to Sherlock’ing possible suspects in the vicinity of a very public outdoor garden in a terraced mall. The perpetrator eventually caught being a very tall angular man with a Hindu turban being led away by two constables each holding a handcuffed arm. The mystery not over as in the section of same far opposite a man tries to warily dispose of a clear liquid in a sealed bottle easing it out through a window. His carefully posed stealth and obvious concern about the attention showed by others around him giving him away as being guilty of something nefarious. I rush up to him and being suddenly startled he falls out of the enclosure with an off camera bump, crash and a moan. He crawls back through the window after several minutes with his face transfigured by acid burns.
The power of suggestion well-acted to the point of mental subversion as programing might tend to appear to justify such nonsense. But in the floating garbage pit of pseudo intellectualism of practiced techniques of mass social programming by entities like BBC which incidentally is the old stamping grounds and model for the Ministry of Truth. All one finds is a Sargasso Sea of meaningless triviality. A bad game played upon the unsuspecting by deceitful players all for the goal of monetary gain.
If there is a phenomena of the persistence of a deceased life form remaining in the vicinity of its former existence long after death also known as haunting? What if the former occupant now being the persistent departed spirit who once lived at some higher elevation within that former high rise is detectable to anyone who happens by some circumstance to be found lingering at the former height where the apartment once was? As the same high rise has ultimately demolished with no structural component to replace it could anyone sense the continued presence of that spirit at the exact same position in empty space high above where the apartment once existed? Are their tiers of ghosts stacked one group upon the other in a similar manner to that of the living tenants of densely populated urban skyscrapers? Is the ghostly presence of the twin World Trade Center towers still vibrant with the unresolved spirits of those who died noticeable in some way from the various vantage points at different levels looking across to where they once stood while standing within the new One World Trade?