longtailedhermit's Journal: bad dreams

1st cup of coffee at 'bean there'. on my way in and out of the building, i've been trying to avoid the innkeeper. he has been getting nosy. every time he sees me he has this sinister knowing look. then he asks me how i'm doing and if there is anything he can do. how am i liking my accomadations... . i havent' told him about how my accident happened. but he has asked.he reminds me of uriah heep. he's tall and gangling with wispy red hair and lashless eyelids. he moves oddly [jerking and awkward, kind of like kramer on seinfield]. i wish ellen hadn't hired him.

just put on some public image ltd videos. didn't sleep well. not only the pain, but the psychic noise from the german nurse who lives in the room next door (the caspian room) was distracting. Heida was churning some mental muck half the night. i stied to shut it out, but her bed was too close and her thoughts too laden/charged with emotion. i tried to shut it out. it was like a speaker getor a single conversation standing out slightly above the background din in a noisy room. she's worried about some kind of deadline. she didn't muck through all of the b.g. so i don't pick up enough to really get the big picture. Finally fell asleep.

then the dreams began.
suddenly felt a rushing sensation. then i was jerked through somethihng. in a book store. a shopkeeper, who resembled an elderly aleister crowley but with hair, was organizing books. he started telling me about some of croley's life that nobody had written about. crowley had a dungeon and torture chamber secretly built in his later years. his scecret life. gradually, the speaker's words began to take form as he described the dungeon and the horrible things that crowley did in there. i could clearly see the horrific torture rituals that crowley performed on his victims. in one, crowley held a blond woman captive in the torture chamber. i was standing behind him witnessing the scene. she was restrained but vividly conscious. he had sliced a hole in her abodomen, reached in, and extracted her intestines, still intact and functioning. then he haed carefully coiled them around her entire body. she looked like a puffy maggot with the bloody guts ringing her like the body 'segments' of a worm. oinly her head was sticking out of the gory body wrapper. i watched, fascinated, as her intestines writhed and spasmed in their peristalitic movements.