THE HORSE AND THE BI-PLANE (February 14, 2003)
I dreamt that I found myself in the middle of an unruly carnival in a city jammed with red double-deckers. At times it looked like London, but it also reminded me of Belgrade. Having had my fill of the rowdy crowd, I took a quiet street going down. Two fellows appeared behind me soon afterwards. Raised high from the ground on rickety wheels, they were both pedaling furiously down the street. They were screeching like banshees. The one in front was outfitted as a rearing horse, while the one in the back looked like a bi-plane with rattling wings and other bits sticking out in every direction. Both outfits were white. Their faces were painted white, as well. As soon as I spotted them, I thought of them as artists. When they trundled frantically past me, I realized that the bi-plane was chasing the horse with some sort of a meat cleaver attached to a long stick. Some way down the street the bi-plane caught up with the horse and pinned him against a wall. I saw the cleaver plunge into the horse’s back. The bi-plane struck again and again, opening a huge, gushing wound. The horse fell forward but remained pinned to the wall as though the outfit had caught onto something sticking out of it. I turned around to see whether anyone else was coming from the raging carnival in pursuit of the two, but the street was still deserted. The bi-plane turned around nimbly and pedaled up the street at full speed. Splattered with blood, he was brandishing his makeshift halberd and screeching triumphantly. His eyes were darting about in mad joy. He did not pay any attention to me as he dashed back into the fray. By the time I reached the horse, two small boys were already playing on its back. The fellow strapped to the horse outfit was not dead yet. His head close to the ground and his legs sticking up awkwardly, he twitched convulsively from time to time, but the two boys pulling and pushing at each other were oblivious to his agony. When I woke up, I discovered that my throat was completely dry. My mouth must have been open wide for a long while.