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Infinity Asylum
I dreamed that I was in space, floating. The stars were creaking. The moon was hiding somewhere, but Voyager I was there. The aliens had just built a phonograph and were listening to the golden record. It was all there on Carl Sagan's mix tape of our green world... Johnny B. Goode... The Magic Flute... aboriginal folk songs... but the aliens just laughed. My face must have betrayed my horror at their lack of respect for a culture that to me seemed so immense and profound, because at that moment, as if taking pity on my ridiculous confusion, the being pulled a device out of its ear. This object resembled an electric razor in size and form (the aliens had rather large ears), but it looked as if it had a tiny blender attached to it. The creature pushed a small green button and sounds - music I suppose - issued forth into my mind. The likes of this music I had never heard. The shifting ambient melodies from another green world (I imagined, perhaps naively, that these creatures must have come from a planet like ours) subtly transformed themselves into richly textured landscapes of abstraction which gave way to eerily beautiful radiation-lit walkways of minimalism, at which I exclaimed "God bless this red creature and all who sail with it..." Underneath this music which seemed to evolve as I listened to it, constantly reinventing itself, sounds came and went, sounds which seemed to be sampled recordings of this creature's world. Sounds like a locust being aborted (by a highly skilled technician), like a wounded nurse riding the trans-lunar express. And then, of course, I woke up. Or at least that is what it seemed to me had happened, but perhaps I never woke up, or perhaps the fabric of my unconscious psyche meshed inextricably with the fabric of reality. For days later, just as this startling dream began to seep through the cracks in my memory, I witnessed the very same intoxicating sounds pouring like wine from the instruments of Crevice. And they called it "Infinity Asylum." And I passed once again beyond the atmosphere of this little green world, into something much larger and more beautiful.