I had my dream again last night. The magic city. It is always the same place, the layout I have given, fictionally, to Hartog, there is the road, and off the road, then an enclosure in wood, balconies running around, and rooms off to the sides, and a shopping mall with wonders in it. Only this time, I was somehow on my way to bringing G to college, but we have to stop, about two thirds the way up, near Hudson, en route to Sayreville, and then after I am taken up to my room, I notice that I was taken there is not a chair but a gurney, but it is a bed, in wood, on a clumsy sort of gurney. And the dream ends.
I also had an odd netting. I don’t know what to call these, Ghost in machine voices, not quite deep sleep internalizaitons of thinking to myself, but dipped in dream, half way between, and I am somehow itemized and counting up instances of, I cant remember, I think they are FB entries, on my page, but each one is marked by a Christmas Tree. I don’t know what this is. What I mean by a net is that sometimes en route to sleeping, the interior floaters begin to arteralize and slow down and become static and then they form like a lattice over the eye or a mask that then in whole forms a physiognomy, like a chandelier, and then that just hangs there for a while, and you contemplate it, until you don’t. There are onion skins, and then I had an idea that there are less relevant or illusory onion skins, which I wanted to call glass onions, tombs out of glass, that blind, somehow, don’t remember, too bad, it was some image.
1 So, in the hypnagogic state, there is eyes closed trying to sleep, and thinking of things, which take shape and which you visualize in silhouettes and outlines in the darkness, in the static of the inner eyelid; it is in this state that I did what I called redreaming in my childhood;
then there is this second stage, I will call it the glass onion, illusory
latticing over that process, in which icons are superimposed on it, and you see
it as a strange process (last night a turning on and off of Christmas trees;
another example was I “dreamt” of me performing leapfrog exercises from viewer,
agent to prototype position, under a headline, repeated for each exercise, I am
a Theory, Aug 14 2013), but which has about the eureka quality of importance of a morning thought, but it is not, it is illusory; it is stunted form of cogitation. (One wonders if the persistence of the white cube in the art world means that deep down galleries
mean to create a lattice stage state of hypnagogic receptivity to this form of
art, conceptual art representing a stunted form of cognition in a half dream
3 and then deeper than that is the lattice phase, when sleep now beckons, and
introduces itself in the form of a lattice, which just hangs there, but upon
which you can place an image, a couple of nights ago it was the large face a
fox, just sitting there, and then I counted and thought things through it, by
moving things around on it (it occurs to me that the image from the, book, of
Hansel and Gretel witch, looking in, just hanging there, is a lattice image), a
going off to sleep; and you can get hung up in this stage, especially if the
lattice image is disturbing, break off from it, and not fall asleep
4 and, then, there is that pinch that pulls you down, actually falling asleep,
often aided by sleeping aids, which is like sand flowing down the hourglass,
5 and then sleep, which is unconscious. In which state, after the blink, you dream (REM)
The five stages of hypnagogy.
I wonder, if that perfect town, with its seeming importance, a glass onion, its lattice formation, and the pinch of its space, is that the architecturalization of falling asleep, it leads to the unconscious, and that is why it is a place with such pleasurable memories for me, it is sleeptown.
In the VH mythology
Hartog, as the town, in the mythology, is the subject of a recurring dream. For reasons which are not yet revealed to me, I have dreamt of Hartog often, and it always exactly the same. I can draw a map of it with confidence, it is the same map, every time, every copy is also the original.
At A is a railroad, coming up to the town from Kleinschmitt, which stops are its intersection with a road. At the station, B, there is, after walking across a wood plankway, an amazing woodframed shopping bazaar filled with, always, the most amazing things to buy, it is two or three levels, around a central courtyard, and narrow, so that it all seems crowded and busy at all times. In this sweet spot, magic treasures of all kinds are purchased.
The railroad stops at a road, that forks both ways, East to Hartog, and west, back out to the country, C. is the main road that bypasses Hartog with the road and the land to the south of the road and Hartog being down in a kind of gully sweeping down to the shores of Plum Lake.
D is a high wide hill, all grass, as far as you can see, it fills up the whole circumference of the view, and when you climb it it is rotund, rolling off away from you time and again. Covered in grass, it is gentle, happy place to be, pure natural escapism. The hill is like a great beautiful belly protruding up between the regular land level beyond C, and the road sweeping down to the town.
At E is the town of Hartog itself. It is a few squares, all dusty, by the shore of Plum Lake. It is a kind of lodge or motel that over the years was broken up into a close encampment of five to ten buildings, all wood, connected by covered walkways, and with balconies over the water, a strange, magical place by the water. At the center of town, just to the right of E, is a remnant of a strip club that once made Hartog famous and then infamous, and in which was said to perform a multibreasted stripper, whose name is recorded, but escapes me at the moment, believed by some to be the vestige of an ancient fertility cult (mentioned in a few places, including Pillar of the Moon (2012). There is some indication, by the uncertain terrain of The Deadly Bees (2013), that the town spread in the mid 1960s up towards B.
At G. to the north of down, sweeping along a beach, is the summer camp, long since vacated because, like so many of its kind, it was plagued by assaults, rapes and murders over the years (recorded in Pillar of the Moon (2012)).
This is the map of Hartog that can be drawn by the dreamer verbatim, the same every time, this scene dreamt of recurrently, more than 50 times over recent years.
Plum Lake is the subject of the second map. It is the primary setting of events in the 17th century described in Arma Christi (2012), and events in the 20th century described in Pillar of the Moon (2012).
Here, too, the lake is dreamt of often, and it is always the same. At E is Hartog, as described, with a view all the way across the lake. G, again, is the remains of the summer camp.
H is something new, however, it is called Oua’s Peak, after a 17th century Indian Princess who was tossed as sacrifice from it, but then swept by the currents at I, which have a special name, which I forget at the moment, into the arms of Frenchman Dennis Marquette, the ne’er do well nephew of Pierrre Marquette, who is in Arma Christi (2012), but whose story is also germane to the basic mythos of the Beast of Ouijan (2011), to explain how the beast came back to France from America, in a province called Bulgaia, through an abandoned hunting lodge at the edge of the property of the Count de la Forge.
The sun is known to set fiery red over Oua’s Peak during a sequence of certain blood days or dog days in late July every year, a dangerous time at the lake.
J is Suicide Cove, where a rundown modern motel is situated, and which is where, in Pillar of the Moon (2012), High watches a good number of his fellow teenage partiers meet the ends, at the hands of an entity who lives about the shore opposite I, and J, called, variously, the Thing, the German Roamer, Piasa and Tammany.
Finally, K is Blood Bay, because the currents I sweep so many swimmers, underestimating the power of the current, fed by a mysterious underground stream, drown, and sweep up on that stony beach.
And that is Plum Lake. Personally, I can only imagine that Plum Lake is modelled on a real life lake of that name, Plum Lake, in East Troy, Wisconsin, where Camp Richards was located, and whose distinctive and infuriating H shaped pier structure is reinforced in G. Also, F, up on the clifflike north side of the great hill, there are a number of religious grottos, which was also a feature of the grounds of Camp Richards. It is not clear to me why Plum Lake is based on this real place, as there is no conscious intention to remember or relay a story of any particular interest from the time that I went there.
If at this point you sweep back to a farther aerial view, no other town nearby comes into focus. Kleinschmitt is an unspecified distance east and south. Kleinschmitt is named after a town described in the Roger Corman movie, The Terror, with Jack Nicholson and Boris Karloff.
Oddly, however, Hartog and the roads and land around it is an exact geographical and townplan reproduction of a town on the Rhine River, on the French or Dutch side, in the area north of Ouijan. This indistinct no man’s land, described as south of Belgium, east of France and west of Germany, is known colloquially as Bulgaia, a rich cross-cultural zone, as will be seen, basically located in the area which saw the action of the battle of the Bulge in World War II, south of the Hurtengen Forest. The presence of Ouijan to the southwest on the map is a significant difference in the European version of this topography (as setting the scenes in The Beast of Ouijan (2011)). This map will be presented at another time. It is not clear that the people of Hartog in either the French-German or American versions know that their town is reproduced exactly as it is half way across the world. There is suspicion of citizens in both towns, however, that their town is modelled after an original town in central China near Lake Tan.
Ouijan is a fictional version of the town of Gevauden, France. Hartog as a name is memed from the name of the town in the early Dr. Orloff movies by Jesus Franco. Ouijan is colloquially believed to have been named after Oui-ja, yes, yes, which is what citizens said to repeated repatriations due to shifting French and German borders in the premodern period. Ouijan is modelled, as mapped, after Trier, Germany.
The towns, Hartog and Ouijan, emerge in the mythology somewhat late; earlier, Kleinschmitt’s situation began to become clear in Theater of the World (2008), when it was the temporary residence of Emmerich von Hohenheim before he was chased from town and came east to Blaustein, New York state.
The mythology commences (Spooky Stick (2006)) in Castle Garden, New York, with mention of Sayreville, Massachusetts, long-time residence of Emmerich von Hohenheim, and Hohenberg, the family seat in the old country, located near the confluence of the Necker and Rhine Rivers (Frankenstein’s Head (2006).
Another town mentioned is Guytown, in 17th century proto-modern day Guyana, and the town affiliated with Guy St. Oegger, Irish-French pirate and desecrator of Moundtruth House, on an island off Ireland, en route to the Cornwall coast, featured in Merinanka (2010). Nuremberg, Augsburg, Prague, Paris, London, New York and, of Los Angeles, the Hollywood Hills only (Love to a Mandragore (2008)), as well as few towns in China, are featured in the mythology. 15th century B.C. Luxor, as well as host of towns in Eastern Europe, such as Carnuntum (Ostracon (2005)) are included as well.
The mythology is primarily a riverine one, rooted in translations of the Nile to the Rhine, to the English Channel, to the Gowanus, and then to the inlets of Plum Lake, and the larger lake front near Kleinschmitt. Kleinschmitt is unspecifyingly based on Shorewood, Wisconsin, north of Milwaukee, Wisconsin, and named after and in honor of a presiding force in its maternal universe, nicknamed by some the “little Nazi.”
The mythology commenced as an attempt by an Irish Catholic American to better understand the contribution of his German Catholic background to his personality, but quickly evolved into a DNastic fairy tale describing with gothic sensibility a country whose unconscious DNAsty includes in it every people of the world.