The following story is a recount of a dream:
July 15, 1995. It starts in Delaware, where I am in a huge swimming pool with a group of people. The pool is as big as the youngest plot of land first named Sacramento. As we are in the pool a snake of buildings esses and emerges as the first building in Sacramento. (Much like the desert worms in Dune.) The movement is unstoppable and we need to jump and swim out of its path or else be completely engulfed or demolished by it.
Somewhere along the line, I watch a person in the pool get snagged by these very thin spear-like hooks on either side of his face. The longer I watch, the more this person transforms into a tribe-like savage. Suddenly, the pierces then serve as an opportunity for bones to appear through the holes of the cheeks and nose, so soon this person looks more and more like an ancient tribe member. I can see this person’s thoughts as he transforms through time, not fighting the changes. Not holding on to any vanity or social acceptances or norms, but viewing it rather curiously as something that must now happen.
Later I find myself at a dinner table eating bowl-fulls of stew. Each bowl represents a part of the story I have been watching in the pool. I want to continue to eat to bring the story to the present time, but I am getting too full to keep eating.
Finally, a family joins me, unaware of how old the story/stew has been and thinks their bowls of stew represent the beginning of the story. I can no longer keep eating. I have seen this person transform through the eras of time up to the Middle Ages. The family must eat to watch the rest of the story.