Im having dreams now, first time in a long time. I am creating new synaptic connections.
I saw some profound things yesterday.
I had a dream about dogs, probably because of this;
I had dinner on a beach at night under a sparse evergreen canopy where stars poke through and satellites can be seen passing overhead between dappled black forms of trees. The hum of insects and creatures that pulse with uncanny predictable perfection. Cows were there, two blue green reflectors at waste hight, occasional rolling flicker indicates a blink. Dogs too, waiting for scraps, theirs an blood orange reflectance, flitting between indiscernible black trunks.
I met the indian boys who were serving the food, but later on when the cafe was closing, and we made joints and communication was slightly more than simple exchanges between two languages. The cook, Dimish showed me what he was cooking, and Surya showed me the oysters and Snapper he had just caught in the mercury ocean painted with moonlight. He proceeded to show me the cleaning and preparation process. Fresh fish here means they scale the fish and butcher and gut it while it is still alive, the last thing is removing the head which still gapes for water hours after its been gracefully divorced from its own body.
A little later I found myself in the company of four aging escapists who had fled here multiple decades previously to escape the persecution of western life or for misdemeanors against one state or another for crimes now deemed legal. And in the background was the dimly lit shacks of a B&B where a small family pack of dogs were guarding. A large alpha male piball strong erect and definitely in charge, wandered around aimlessly while periodically attentive noises grabbed his attention. His second in command a wide muscular orange dog, a powerful young adult with a permarection stood by his side. Two white bitches with with tits to their knees panted and pranced around looking for action. There was another dog a white male which I hadn’t noticed anything in particular about at that point, but as I was looking at him, I watched the B&B owner dressed in pristine white walk through the pack like the messiah, and call the dogs to stay back, he had food and was trying to attract the attention of the white male. The orange one saw the food and came forward so it had to be fed to distract it from something that was about to happen. The owner then called the white male and it cautiously came forward like the tip of a spear head the pack watched as the alpha at the back was dissuaded from coming forward. Without realizing it the owner and the white male disappeared behind some foliage and there was silence. All of us at the table were looking and then there was a momentary almost imperceptible whistle and an abrupt end to it. Moments later the owner walked back up the driveway out of the shadows with a Parang in his hand by his side which I hadn’t seen him walk down with and how I know I have no idea, but I just knew that he had slaughtered the white male. It was fast, silent and uncruel. There was no blood and no noise, and he walked stealthy past us and back to his room. I said to the others that I suspected that he had just euthanized the dog, and the response I got was that sometimes you have to kill a dog to feed the others, or in this case to leave the integrity of the hierarchy (and thus predictability) of the pack intact. I was pretty stoned when this happened but I was completely aware of the sounds around me and the images I saw. My photography and my field recording are intrinsic to my existence nothing to do with hobbies. I inadvertently recorded the event as audio while the far away trains galloped by in the distance like rolling thunder.