“Moon Over Altea” - Andy Novello & His Orchestra  Ideal for a quick-step waltz. Just before we have dinner. I know Donna wrote me a poem to go with it. I must find it.

Illustration: Donna dressed as Queen Nefertiti. So Serious! Posing for me to use in her planned, but never finished book - 2014

PROLOGUE: Another account of another lucid dreaming encounter with the Donna Darkwolf. This one is from February 2025. We are up to the 600 block now. I track these dreams because they are so vivid - I wish I could record them onto video and make a movie.
In fact I am contemplating the creation of this series using all the A.I. tools I can learn.

Donna Announces Her Escape Plan. . . Mnemosyne DreamState - Report Number 612

While we are talking

There are two of her. The Imperious / Imperial Empress.

And the Wise Voyager.

The Empress, who wants her way, is trying to get me to see things her way.

I am holding the Voyager in my embrace, as the two of us face the Empress.

I am trying to implore the Empress to accept the inevitability of her circumstance, as I maneuver the Voyager to lay down beside her.

They merge into one body.

“I wont be kept in here”, the Empress declares, threateningly

She has left a list of four things, four classifications of information.
I am trying to decipher them:
• Urgent
• >>>>
• Secret
• I will Let you Know

I am trying to write an e-mail to myself about the Secret – and I know that what ever I am doing here does not connect to the real world – so I am hoping that typing it out helps me commit it to memory for when I wake up –

(Which I now have to do to go for a leak)

Moment and Consequence

We are not in the room any longer . . . we are strolling in a long hallway, or a cloister,

I cannot tell if the one wall along my right is a colonnade, with a view over lawns and fountains – or if it is an elaborate mural of such a scene.
“I’m not sure – if I am supposed to talk to you”, : Donna murmurs - gazing out over the lawns. She squeezes my hand and lweans forward to kiss my ear as she always does.

“??” I don’t remember – thinking to myself.

Later out on the patio in the sunset – she tells me that it is all going to be put right in (the next [dream / episode /iteration?]). I could not hear her last word. Our wine glasses clink in the glowing sun.

I think it must be her red robe that is shimmering so brightly that everything has a pink glow. Or it is something in my wine affecting my vision.
There is some fantastic scene playing out in the garden below our balcony. The scene is full of merriment and people – but there is no sound.
I am mesmerized by Donna's voice.
I have the feeling that I will awaken soon, and it will all make sense.
But I doubt it, because this is the second time I am here in this place / moment / dream.

And so, I don’t know.

Recognition and Realization

I do know the Empress is in some kind of situation and that she has sent the Voyager to give me a message that I have to learn to understand.
I can feel the dream slipping away. I can feel the Empress’ hand on my own as she whispers hotly in my ear:
“Let us meet again tomorrow – when I shall have some exciting news”.
I have to wonder what “exciting” means.

There is one thing that fascinates me – and that is the amount of embroidered detail in the Empresses’ silver brocade ball gown, or robe, or whatever it is called that she is wearing.
Odd that I should focus on that at this time.
And as I look up from her dress – I am looking into Donna’s bemused expression.
“Its going to be a new day for you!” she proclaims.

So now the game will unfold in ways that we could not have anticipated.

We are driving through the winelands countryside – or it looks like it is there is a disturbingly irritation light of the sort that filters through lace curtains – creating a mottled, blotchy light effect that creates the effect of an internal eye disorder.
I think to myself: some interior decorators should be shot. The weird thing is that the car is “driving” - but we are not driving it. It is just “going”.
I don’t remember “where” they occurred. But I a sort of “when-ness”.

I know Altea is a town on the balmy Mediterranean coast of Spain – but the name seems like it should be referring to some stellar constellation, such as Altair -
almost 17 light years from Earth.

I wish I could be there – but with the Mediterranean climate. And the Spanish wine. And my pretty wife. Who is starting to say things about how hungry she is and when will we be at the restaurant.

Drifting in orbit around this lonely star, is the single planet Altair IV, the “Forbidden Planet” where the home-movie of the space family Robinson was made.
Out here in the crispy Cape late-summer mid-day breeze – it is another day in paradise.
But there is no reason to think this is forever.
Plus – Donna already said: she knows how to get out now.