18 - Jone's dream.
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I had another of the dreams again, the ones about
the other Jone, or Jones. This time it was the
Jone who is a giant, sleeping for ages in a cave
deep under a place named Egg Island. I say that
like I know the place, but it's not like
that. It's hard to explain.
And in my dream I entered this sleeping giant
Jone's own sleeping dream. And two levels in like
that, what I get back now is not so clear. But I
felt like there was a wide plateau, and on there
were scattered the deserted remnants of
something. And a forest to the north of that, with
a brick path through it, mostly overgrown. No one
was there, either. And the path passed through the
forest to a seaside, and some kind of tall
lighthouse tower was there, very old. And through
Jone's dream eye I could see from the top of it,
across to an island where another tower stood, but
that one was ruined. And through all this, there
was this feeling like these places were supposed
to mean something, and that the giant Jone had it,
but as for me it was out of reach.
When I awoke, it was morning and dark, as they are
these days. And I'm in my bed, cold in the room
with the window open as I like it to be. In the
distance I hear the call of some animal I cannot
recognize. I have a strange feeling for a moment,
and then it passes.
