strange dream #190

in a darkened room with everyone watching there are projections all around me of a blue decapitated head. the image is an almost perfect overlap of andy warhols and debbie harrys faces. it is staring impassively at the audience. somehow it seems though that i am alone in this room. the image turns out to be a music video for a punk version of 'smells like teen spirit’ put through a grinder. its about ‘the myth of beauty’ someone says.

the face flickers in the light across different surfaces constantly on a black and white screen until at the very end on the floor another image appears with the body of the strange face. a post mortem is being performed on this body by slicing the screen/image/body by knives that pierce it from above and below. brutally cutting up the skin and the screen / floor. i cant figure out whether the knives are real knives or only flat surfaces of the image. out of the dark eyelid like gashes that the knives have created come crawling out worms - thousands of them. black in colour, squirming out of the surface. sometimes real and sometimes merely image. at the end they form a dark squiggly mass in the blue pool of the projector light in the middle of the dark room. and i am still watching impassively, curiously as if looking upon a painting by van gogh. i woke up.