Lands of the Subconscious

Chapter 1. Lands of the Subconscious

A powerful blooming spring filled the air, palpitated through the ground and bubbled through the waters. Qilin’s frolicked over the mountainous ripples in the fresh water ocean. Sunlight pouring out of the water glittering gold, the light emanating in waves and pulses from the living environment as it pleased, from where it pleased. Shade and shadow moving through at will, following no boundaries or direction. Chaotic movement ebbs and flows in moments with thunderous silence.
Oceans of Dragon Rivers cut through the air past dragon flowing mountains, cutting and dipping through a sea of night and day. The world blurred, focused and settled. Settle. And now a subtle blooming power. A sweet and calming stillness of a spring is what we see. We see what is seeable to us.
The lion, if you could call it a lion, extended his paws on the water. The slowly sunk in at first but then he hovered them above as the Qilin’s do and stepped out on the water’s surface gliding along stepping as a Qilin and then stopping, bending to drink. The water made the spirit glow a stronger glow. Si dipped his lion head into the water up to his shoulders. The heat eased away from his neck. He sucked in water and lifted his head spurting clouds of mist in all directions. Rainstorms showered down in golden sunlight. Flowers bloomed and rainbows formed. He submerged himself and then resurfaced, trotting along the waters once more.
He shook himself dry and paused a moment, staring at his reflection. His many colored body shown bright, glimmering and changing, dancing over his body. A mirror like talisman on his head shot its own light forth, above it his majestic horn curved forward.
Suddenly motion in the distance, a hint of noise, his head jerks up to see many horned lions running, flying over the water and past him, up into the air to descend beyond into a valley in the distance. The lion followed in flight.
Closer and closer into an abyss of a valley. His energy began to cave in on itself, as if becoming weaker but more real in a sense. He flew into darkness, and he realzied there was another like him, in the heard, mirroring him. A shadow version of himself. But no it was of its own origin. It seemed young and yet older than the entire heard at the same time. They danced around each other and were suddenly completely absorbed into darkness.

Chapter 2. Win.
-Win was a very carefree child with a loving mother. A love that oozed right out of the baby pictures. He pranced into the Kung Fu school in yellow sweats and a striped shirt with the Golden Arches on it. I would find out later that his mother did indeed work at McDonalds.
Win would say, "My mom, when she works the cash register and she just says whatever she says and those white people don't understand what she's saying but she just don't care!"
But this was before that. Befor he even spoke English. He pranced into the school and sat down next to me and proceeded to make blow rasberries into his arm. First quietly, and then louder. He then grabbed my arm and signalled me to do the same. When I feigned ignorance he grabbed my arm and proceeded to blow rasberries into my arm.
-Win followed us to every lion dance his grandfather went to, observing the head, observing the drumming, causing trouble, swearing in Chinese. He talked with the American patients and then ask us what the hell it was they were saying. Eventually English became his first language, and Drumming and Lion Dance became more a part of him than they were a part of Chinese culture.
-His first time out on New Years he stripped down to a T-shirt in sub zero temperatures. Part of my toe staued white for months after that day. But he wasn't cold at all, doing lion dance the whole day. His mother took his coat over to him but he shook his head in big motions and continued to do lion dance.