Whistling Sticks and Noseroots
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I forget how the dream began. I seem to be outside taking a walk along a dirt trail. It's hilly through these woods, and to my right I find a pile of recently cut young tree trunks. I think they look very stright and smooth. The bark is a very light brown and it's still sort of shiny and feels like wax paper. I think one of them would make a nice walking stick or a club if a dog attacks. I pick one up and keep walking along the trail and I swing the stick around liking the sound it makes as it whips through the air. I find a longer stick of similar quality and think about exchanging it. But then I notice that part of THAT stick has something carved into it. It's just like a perfectly even band has been carved out of it. I back track. I look at the pile of straight sticks and see some of them are in various stages of veing carved. I wonder then if I just swiped a stick from someone who collected them specifically to carve into walking sticks. I didn't want to take anything away. I can't recall replacing the stick. I think I remember just leaving it somewhere random, because I was too embarrassed to admit (even to myself, with no one looking) that I took it in the first place. Better to just pretend like I hadn't noticed at all. I just don't recall exactly.
I walked out of the woods and I am near a building. Right to the side of it there is a lot of over growth or woodsey roots. These roots looked like loops coming up out of the ground, and they were quite dense. Among them was scragly grass and weeds. I think the whole things looks rather interesting, and I figured whoever owned the building would have had it cleared away. I then notice there is a very old looking woman sitting there among the roots in front of a manual typewriter.
I watch her for a momment and she doesn't turn to look at me. She just continues tapping away at the typewriter. I can't quite figured out what is so freakishly weird about this. But then I see her nose seems to be too long, and then I notice all these roots around me IS her nose. Somehow! I climb over the roots/nose and get up close to the woman. She looks impossibly ancient. Her skin is like parchment, all crackling and dry.
I look to the typewriter. It's a tiny one, and it doesn't look like any model I have ever seen new or old. There is a sheet of paper pretty much stuck around that part that is sort of like a cylinder. She appears to have been typing over and over and over again on the same peice of paper for god only knows how long. I began to talk to her.
I forget the exact words, but what I gather is that she's writing things that happen in the universe, like whatever she writes happens. Its creepy and sad at the same time. I also gather that she doesn't really want to be doing this, but that once upon a time there was a fellow who wanted her job. I suggested that perhaps it was time to do something else. I felt sorry for her. She seemed to sort of snap out of it, and realize she'd rather not be a slave to this typewriter anymore.
I didn't really understand what she was doing, and why her nose was a super huge system of roots, but it didn't seem to impede her movement. It was like I could SEE that her nose was the complex of roots, but maybe only I was sensitive enough to see this relationship between her and the roots while other casual observers would only see a woman at an ancient typewriter, if they indeed could see her at all, which I doubted. I think only I could see her.
I began to do something in an attempt to bring this fellow, who wanted her job, to this spot, so he could take over. Like I was doing some kind of magick. I forget how the dream ends.
