October 3, 2006
The first dream: I am floating hot sky above a pyramid in sand country. The world is sand brown. The pyramid is black, a single one, lonely on a sandscape, living like a volcanic mountain. It is a half-mile long at the base, and it floats six inches above the land. I can see beneath it even as I watch from above. Dark sand is spinning at the top, rapidly wearing it away, like a dense grinder, and as it does so a hole opens. Swirling abrasives grinding the opening, cutting it larger and making something nothing. Uncreating.