interlocking

sitting in a small dome-thinking about how the arms of this chair are greatly out of proportion-a chunk of the dome wall rises and exposes a dimly lit stage. the performer makes a crude drawing of an audience member(all are stationed in these dome devices)and says something i cannot understand-but seems to rhyme in a very musical way-the dome shuts.

i wait.

the dome reopens and the room is floodlit and empty-the performer is sitting at the edge of the stage smoking-as i approach him i see a large open wound by his collar bone-blood pools on the floor-i try to speak but my words are not in any language i can understand-he immediately drops cigarette onto the blood and answers me in hushed gibberish-i feel that we are in a dangerous situation-we rush outside the strange dome club and are on a very steep city street-he speaks and i slowly understand very general concepts he is trying to convey-owner...anger...violence...movement-the man rips all his hair out trying to get me to grasp this(he is now completely bald)--we walk a few steps and he seems to be gaining weight and height--he is now about twice as tall as i am and wider than any doorway i can see-he starts to speak again(his voice has lowered in pitch)--i know immediately that he is the owner and he is angry at me--he injured himself to lure me outside to harm me--as i know-he knows.

we stare at each other and i wake.