Outer Limits Living

Sheltering for the first time in alternate housing during a thunderstorm, marveling at its high-tech amenities and accoutrements while recollecting how I survived childhood during the 50s and 60s to exist in this current state of being, triggered vivid dreams of a house design.

Five years of duck-and-cover drills at grade school as bombers cruised overhead and fighter jets pierced the sound barrier with house-rattling booms, and five years living in a high-desert City Dysfunctional, provided seed imagery for the dream, rendered here with an LLM's help.

The strangely comforting bedroom view of desert tranquility started the dream sequence.

Then a buzzard drying its wings outside the living room initiated a foreboding visual tonality.

Which shifted to the studio view where oddness became larger, and a bit more threatening.

In the bath, things rapidly transcended norms, and expectations of predictability faltered.

Retreating to the pantry, relief washed over at sight of a warm glow from the A-bomb shelter.

No doubt about it, two years viewing weekly episodes of The Outer Limits during the highly-formative phase of mind development kindled some very strange neural pathways from brainstem to cerebral cortex, hippocampus and amygdala. And for this I am so very thankful.