31. (I dream of.)

There's a film.

It's by a man named Falsburger. He's released several in a series, all short, experimental films, but all featuring the same motif. In fact, they could all be mistaken for one another. Short flashes of different images, some of them hard to identify. Like Dog Star Man, only more coherent. I'm watching one of them.

Dog, cat, spinning red glass thing, lake. The lake is the most identifiable--it's a flat water surface with light fog trailing along the top of it. Probably from England. Small children, fur, metal gears, clockwork, lake. More fog this time. Something ripples on the surface. A car, a highway, dog, cat, spinning red thing (somewhat less out of focus now, it looks like part of a wind-chime). Lake. Distinctive ripples.

By now, the film has taken over the whole of my vision. I'm not watching it, I'm experiencing it. It's everywhere and everything.

Red glass wind-chime (yes), hanging from a suburban porch. Lake. Something dark bobs on the surface. Clouds, stars, sky, dog, cat, small children. Lake, same dark bobbing thing, slightly taller. Car, clouds, cat, child, dog, fur, light, light, light, burning suburban house, shattered wind-chime. Lake.

Something is rising from the surface, a dark, mannish figure in dark rags. Maybe. The next flash of the lake is clear, ripple-free, but then the one after that is completely shrouded in thick fog except for the dark, slowly-approaching figure.

I've seen this film before. There never was a lake in it, much less a dark, sinister figure coming at me.