At first glance the Dream Machine appeared to be an over sized Hippie, Lava lamp, from the early 1960’s. Harry had remembered, as a teen, seeing similar devices in the ‘Head Shops’ lining the streets of, Greenwich Village. But, when Don Jon flicked a switch, and the three-foot high latticework cylinder in front of Harry began to spin, it was clear that this Dream Machine they were dealing with was more than just another piece of trippy memorabilia.

The colorful undulating patterns that the Dream Machine began to emit almost at once, were intriguing. He had been somewhat skeptical, but was still hoping for more given what he had learned about the Dream Machine and its history.

The troupe sat cross-legged upon plush pillows, and Persian carpet. A hookah pipe with burning Hashish was laid out in classic, Bohemian, on the dark hardwood floor of Don’s Chelsea Hotel studio.

“‘Burroughs experimented with the Dream Machine for nearly four decades’” Harry said reverently.

“‘Gysin and Sommerville built the first Dream Machine after learning of research by John Smythies and W. Grey Walter, scientists who had noted in experiments that light flickering at 8 to 12 flashes a second against a subject’s closed eyelids seemed to slow the electrical pulse rate of the subject’s brain to a state of semi consciousness known as the alpha state, and produce rich dreamlike imagery.’”

The Dream Machine started to cast strobe-like patterns of bright light on their faces, and when Harry, DonJon and the Twins closed their eyes, as instructed, there they were, the dazzling multicolored forms, Mandela and crosses, and even Mandelbrot fractals, dancing across everyone’s eyelids.

Harry, was pleasantly grooving on the Dream Machine light show of patterns when suddenly he saw The Twins, pretty, scantily clad, as ‘Price Is Right’ hostesses presenting a 1950’s style black television set with ‘rabbit ears’ antenna’s, the images appeared in vivid color as a harrowing vision:

Crest Angel Del Cross appeared in a burlap robe with a hood nearly covering her face but Harry knew that it was her and he began to weep .

Crest Angel then pulled a huge maroon curtain and Harry could see all that was displaying upon the screen and the harrowing vision that The Dream Machine created wisked Harry away into another realm .where he could see…

Helicopters, like mechanical locust, spraying Columbian Coca plants.

Peasant farmers, with ragged big-eyed children, hunger tears dripping down their cheeks and scorched landscapes behind them.

A long line of police vans with DEA insignia’s. Batter-ramming down ghetto house doors.

A NEW DREAM MACHINE IMAGE:

Chained prison convicts in work gangs, toiling in a hot tobacco field.

A gaggle of yuppies, snorting coke, white powder covered their noses. One looked up toward Harry, and stared with a stupid grin.

Harry recognized the face.

The Dream Machine image then changed to that of his father, as Vice President, with Ronald and Nancy Reagan all standing on a platform addressing the nation.

Harry then saw a parade of giant Hummer stretch limos, all with mammoth oil tanks attached to their hoods, and on the tanks, written in big block letters:

‘Opiate Of The People’

A BANNER IN THE HEVENS READ:

‘Just Say No’

The Hummers encircled a play ground, where a small child and her mother were swinging, appearing very unconcerned.

THE DREAM MACHINE IMAGES CHANGED AGAIN:

Harry could see Roman Catholic priests being ‘Perp Walked,’ with purple cloth covering their faces. They were cowering before screaming mother’s wearing white aprons, each beating them, with dead loaves and fish’s, which they held in their left hands, while holding semen drenched crucifixes in their right.

Leering, sneering, news reporters flashed, with cameras, crucifixes hanging like neckties around their necks, the Popes funeral, and the Fateful fawning crowds looking on.

A new Pope followed by a procession of Cardinals wearing decadent robes encrusted with jewels, stood with all too familiar Heads of State, who were snidely reviewing a parade of marching children wearing brown shirts and arm bands with corporate type logos which read: MOLOCH.

As the children passed by they turned into armed solders, and then they marched into a great mouth with raging fire, faced on the head of a horned demon, Uncle Sam.

The BEATLES song ‘I AM THE WALRUS’ began playing inside Harry’s mind.

‘SEE HOW THEY SMILE, LIKE PIGS IN A STY, SEE HOW THEY SNIDE. I’M CRYING.’

The throne of God stood vacant, sitting on an English hillside, in a torrent of bloody rain.

The words: ‘Empirical lust for Empire’s Lost’flashed in neon upon a cliff.

Harry saw more images, of famine and hunger and unimaginable human cruelty stemming from calamitous events such as floods, earthquakes, heat waves, fire’s and freezing weather occurring throughout the planet.

IMAGE CHANGES TO AN ANCIENT GLACIAL VALLEY – 10,000 BC.

A small band of hunter gathers are in the distance as they walk one after each other in a line, following a narrow mountain path. Suddenly an avalanche occurs and they all scatter to avoid being crushed and buried. Later in a dusty snow swill one walks off alone apparently, freezing to death.

As his steps appear to falter, the lone tribes man begins running, his face covers with ice, but he is smiling, as he runs and falls he slips and remains down, the wind whipping around him.

As the plane of view on the TV screen became aerial Harry could see ice fanning out for miles and then a very lush green area along its edges began to emerge.

Small tribes of hunters roamed this region and as they slowly multiply, they settle in Paradise, a location by a Middle Eastern riverbank. They began to create large fire pits and to fashion huts from mud. They clear an area on the land with primitive hoes and from small leather pouches they produce seed, which they sow and grasses such as wheat and barley grow.

It is harvested and straw is added to the mud forming brick, wood is hewed from the grown trees and soon, more elaborate buildings are constructed. Inside the buildings was an array of craftsmen and artisans creating every kind of accoutrement.

And then, Harry saw an image of another brand new Hummer being introduced by the ‘Price Is Right’ hostesses now sitting on the hood waving. Irate drivers followed slowly like a long gnarly LA. Traffic jams train that extended thousands of miles.

The jammed drivers looked up to the heavens and there appeared a mammoth billboard with the image of a man wearing cotton bandages wrapped around his face and head, blind mans sun glasses adorned his eerie mask, he was wearing a silk Victorian smoking jacket with wide leather cuffs but it was clearly apparent that he had no arms or hands in fact it seemed quite probable that the he was invisible flashing behind him the words appeared:

‘This is your life!’

A flock of Carrion Crows hissing and grunting sat atop the billboard. They began to pick and tear furiously, fighting over pieces of flesh thrown away by the traffic jammed car occupants. They leaped from one car to another, helping themselves hundreds of them were about. They alighted on the car roofs poking their heads into the windows and devoured the discarded flesh handed out by its occupants.

A company of hungry dogs fought with each other near by, leaping about and tugging at refuse in a hurry and confusion.

A flock of eagles made their appearance, the Carrion Crows retired, and patiently waited until their betters were satisfied, but they paid little regard to the dogs.

Harry then saw early images of Western Industrialization. Smoke stacks in a Charles Dickens, ‘A Tale Of Two Cities’ London, with mean Robber Barons, watching over legions of sooty-faced factory workers, each carried a sign that read:

‘MOLOCH The Plutocracy’

THE IMAGE CUT TO A MODERN CORPORATE OFFICE: and another sign appeared which read:

‘Boredom comes and goes But this job last’s forever.’

in smaller letters down below:

‘At least, we hope!’

MORE IMAGES FROM THE DREAM MACHINEBOMBARDED HARRY’S VISION: a Chinese Donald Trump was hosting a Chinese version of ‘The Apprentice’.

Hindu MTV ‘The Real Life,’ and an incessant stream of celebrity gossip show’s, with the all to familiar commercials of all sorts selling fast food, prescription drugs, unceasingly hawked by innumerable Hucksters in every conceivable language. They appeared on a 1950’s TV with ‘Rabbit Ears’ atop.

Wal-Mart’s, Mac Donald’s, Auto land dealerships, an endless stream of commercials showing shopping malls, each drawing SUV driving shoppers, millions each day and as they began to clutter the landscape, that was super imposed over a map of China, The Great Malls replaced ‘The Great Walls.’

The map clutter spread westward cloning into new colossal sized major world cities in formerly under developed nations, like India, the former Soviet Republics, South East Asia, and the Middle East.

Harry watched entranced, as the Sun began to set on China’s horizon, turning into four faces, three he recognized immediately, they were; The Buddha, then Jesus followed by Mohammed. The fourth was that of Moloch.

The Golden Horned ‘Sun King’ god of the Canaanites ; but his face melded into that of the Invisible Man who appeared on the billboard with the Carrion Crows.

The faces ascended into the heavens followed by massive clouds of fire, sulfur and belching smoke.