You feel the tug of exhaustion as the moon reaches the peak of its nightly journey. You let a deep and knowing sigh escape your lips, and you rise. A dust bunny tumbles across your parquet flooring. You head towards the scullery


What little slurry are you concocting to whet your whistle before you retreat to snatch forty winks? (or attempt to)



horse milk
Mash of unfermated hops
hummus

You’ve downed your decadent slurry, and you must attend to your nighttime ministrations in the restroom. Your footsteps rattle the bones of your home as your heels make sharp contact with parquet flooring. The door to the bathroom opens with a slight groan and light floods your vision.


What is the patterning that adorns the walls in this wash closet? This place of tranquility?




Natty light cardboard boxes and flattened cans
Recipes

You turn to the mirror, examining the face contained within. The story of the day is spelled clearly through the lines and Microexpressions dancing across your brow, and near memories rush forth unbidden and unstoppable. There’s comfort in gripping the cold marble of the sink’s edge.


What does your free hand reach for to assist you in scrubbing the grime from maw?





Cleansed, you turn to retire to your quarters. Your chambers envelop you-body and mind- as your foot meets its parquet flooring. You’ve been through pains to ensure that your surroundings resonate with your spirit. The flow of energy through the space finds no resistance as it meets your body’s barriers and you are joined naturally to the harmonizing of all elements within.


How have you ensured that your very essence will not only be welcomed but complete the scene in this room?
Apple flavor Busch light boxes on all surfaces



Heavy velvet drapery
Sumptuous skrooms

Your superstitions were inherited from generations back on your mothers side. What did your Maternal grandmother teach you to do to keep the hands of the dark and shadow spirits off of you? Or what solution have you discovered on your lonesome to keep those pesky demons at bay?


How are you attempting to spiritually protect yourself to maintain peaceful slumber?

Burning

I don’t believe in that hooey
Rebuking in the name of Yeshua
Pray

You settle into bed with one final scan of the room. As you swing your feet onto the bed you observe your several chaise lounges smattered about the room, as well as your prized ancestral tuffet.


What fills your tuffet?




Dog hair
Crumbs

Your head hits its resting place. Memories of back pains sustained through a lifetime fill your mind as it lays in repose. As you had moved through the ends of your youth you knew you must heal the feelings of muscles tightening to tense rows of thread. Your impetus to adjust the mattress was set.


Soft plush, Soft, medium, medium firm, firm, or extra firm?
Soft plush
Soft


Firm
Extra Firm

A bedtime isn’t complete without a SoundScape™ to sing you softly to sleep. You would never allow your material reality to determine the attitudes of the dream realm. The riches of the world’s orchestra are available to you, and who are you to rebuke them?


What sounds are you playing to drift away?

SoundScape™ Waterfall Wishes

SoundScape™ Waterfall Wasteland
SoundScape™ Scandie Scurries
SoundScape™ Assistant Anguish

Noises from the world outside mingle with your SoundScape™ as consciousness escapes you. Your surroundings are the womb that births your dreams. They weave their path through your audio constructions and produce the fabric swaddling your innermost thoughts.


What are the noises that you cannot control?
Free jazz from open minded nightclub
Sounds of the slutty goose
Wrestling of cattle
Unlubricated gears
Slugs on sand
Tapping

You begin to finally drift off, nearly in the arms of Morpheus himself. But something shifts. You have all the conscious awareness of your body but none of the control. None of the command over your limber limbs and fragile mind. You stare at the back of your eyelids, pupils dilating in the dark and you begin to feel as though you are falling. Images flash before your eyes, faded and blurry. You fall for what seems like hours or maybe days. Until in a moment, you find the hard ground beneath you with a heavy thud. Your surroundings slowly come into focus. You find yourself staring up at a massive door. A castle, a palace (if you will), looming alone in the darkness.


What does the door look like to you?
Tubes
Small hole in the wall
Raw meat, bone handles
Rusty mechanisms on corrugated sheet metal
Sliding, Glass
Revolving

You reach out with a hand that you don’t quite recognize. Before you can make contact, the door swings open at a rapid and exciting pace. You cautiously step inside, immediately hit with a wall of thick odor. You immediately recognize it as potpourri but the exact notes you cant quite pin. Floral, turns into spices, into fresh and fruity, and dives deep into whiskey and musk seemingly all at once. Your senses are dazzled. You feel your lungs tighten with invigoration.


Potpourri?
too much
not enough

The potpourri needs to be depleted and or replenished in an urgent way. Your eyesight will fail you in this task. You are helpless but to watch as your eyeballs flee their sockets onto the unclean floor. Trust in the gut response connected to your sense of smell. Trust will be all that you have and it will fail you. But that is all you can do. Begin your hunt with understanding of the circuity of failure and success.


Where do you first look for the potpourri?
The place where I pickle my onions
Buffet at the Golden Corral
A kitchen but there’s a working chocolate fountain in there
A Wonkavator
Indoor Outdoor pool with seamless heat insulated door
Formal dining

You take a step forward in your desired direction and immediately stub your toe on a solid mahogany 12 seater, double pedestal epoxy inlay dining table. A youtube video by RobsInlaysandPlywood plays on a cctv monitor dangling from the ceiling. The voiceover enters your mind enthusiastically informing you that the mahogany for this project was sourced from one tree felled personally in the amazon.


What has the table been scaped with?
Derivative and Midwit Jeff Koons Layout
Pig boil
12 plates each with a name card reading chimpy in fanciful script
Pina colada inside a pineapple carved into the shape of a water vessel (yacht)
Loose cubits
Ice sculpture with luge for blood and accompanying shotski

Thrown by the avant display of decoration, you stumble backwards,aimed towards the fainting couch to your immediate right. In a shocking and unprecedented miscalculation, you miss the couch entirely, throwing your back out against the door. You crumple into a wet pile and leak through the cracked door into the hallway. A light glints off of your pile of wet.


How many lights are in the hallways?
1 stained glass ceiling with a single lightbulb above
3 martensitic stainless steel flood lights
120 tea light candles, unlit
25
10 soft boxes on tripods placed sparingly
5 red LEDs
A door that started 500 feet from you closes the distance in seconds flat. Instinctively you turn the handle.