Dream 413: Zeal
09.23.2015 § Leave a comment
Living in a co-op back at Stanford, a Russian resident has added this huge DVD collection of an old British TV show to the shelves. I pop one of the earlier, single-DVD boxes open and put it in.
It appears to be a surreal, Borgesian or Gilliamesque police state, circa World War I, maybe kind of diesel punk. I’ve paratrooped down onto a sprawling, lush green yard with an adult-sized jungle gym on it. The property owner seems like he would want me out of here so I rush into town, where I learn that I am in a stylized New Zealand, during the period when the US, the UK, and the UAE were the three main forces squabbling over control of it, and exerting their cultural influence in various nefarious ways.
I come across a cafe with a tiny Maori woman as host. She runs to fetch her camera to snap a photo of an old woman diner. It’s for some photo contest. She scares the woman off — she flees, abandoning her food. When the woman comes back later, the host seems not to recognize her. I’m concerned her obliviousness might be read as callousness to the bravery it must have taken for this old woman to return for her food.