Labyrinth: Red-Flower {Downs}

An exchange between a psychiatrist/patient reveals a labyrinth of 'worldly-jitters' for invocation of Earth's contours/walls of blush, blood, bureaucracy, and maybe even books.

Modern/dystopian mythos paranoia-noir portrait/fiction. Thanks for reading (beautiful Sunday), 

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PSYCHIATRIST: You speak of this red-flower in your dream-sleep vision of maze.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I'm just a dentist who was on-wine on Halloween as a racer!

PSYCHIATRIST: You indulged in a Halloween 'avatar' image and had dreamscape.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Selfie-like (for the gods).

PSYCHIATRIST: What's this 'labyrinth' of the red-flower dimension of darkness?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: In the post-Halloween drunken vision, I had this crossbow.

PSYCHIATRIST: "Thrust into the maze, I found myself racing with anti-gods"(?).

MR. AMLAN SATAN: That's arms for script, doc...I felt like it was dystopia-IQ.

PSYCHIATRIST: Continue...Selfie-like, ok.

PSYCHIATRIST: Were you in angst as a normal American Homeland dentist?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: On Halloween, I transformed into a masked racer for fun!

PSYCHIATRIST: You drank much wine and thought about this labyrinth in dreams.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: As a dentist, I appreciate emotion-openness for vitality-fear.

PSYCHIATRIST: You invested in Wall-St. and thought about life linked to fantasy.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Fantasy of escape, maybe; the labyrinth was a race-Hell!
PSYCHIATRIST: I think you mean to pry into the beautiful mind image of meds.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: In the maze-labyrinth, I wandered as the racer with crossbow.

PSYCHIATRIST: Your first vision was of an Aphrodite like beauty-muse bathing?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: This was suddenly destabilized in another pocket by a psycho!

PSYCHIATRIST: Continue...Selfie-lie, this feels like dual-ID 'jitters' of doughnuts.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I hope that's truth, doc...Facebook-like.

PSYCHIATRIST: Why was this bathing-muse disoriented in your universe of dream?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I guess there's some street-tremors feel in this underworld!

PSYCHIATRIST: You sought to romance this beauty but was then inner-challenged?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: In the labyrinth, I felt like a philosophical wanderer, doc.

PSYCHIATRIST: You found yourself 'required' to tend to the challenge of a psycho?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: In a neighboring pocket of the maze, a masked psycho ran!

PSYCHIATRIST: These are wall-structure 'jitters' of the muscle of risk/choices?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: That feels like the truth, but why me, doc (Selfie-like)?

PSYCHIATRIST: Why the image-bread of a masked psycho inside the maze, Satan?
MR. AMLAN SATAN: As a Slovak-Algerian Catholic American dentist, I'm confused!

PSYCHIATRIST: I know of an ice-hockey player my son likes with surname 'Satan.'

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I didn't feel disoriented by personals/emotion angst, voyeur.

PSYCHIATRIST: It was your dream, and you seemed invested in contours of Hell!

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Maybe this other-pocket of the maze with psycho is Realism?

PSYCHIATRIST: Well, you're not a bank-robber or army-soldier; the maze's smoke.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Smoke?

PSYCHIATRIST: Think it through, Satan...as a medicine-man, you hype contrast.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: There was this red-flower tying the labyrinth as a theme, no?

PSYCHIATRIST: So, it was pockets of differences with causality as undertone.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Why the contours, beauty and monstrosity (for risk/choice)?

PSYCHIATRIST: Maybe you're immersed in the walls of decision-based sanity!

MR. AMLAN SATAN: That feels like truth...Selfie-like, doc; for escapism-wire.

PSYCHIATRIST: Reminds me of a psyche-vertigo 'Realism' story (Jacob's Ladder).

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Good comparison, doc...Selfie-like!

PSYCHIATRIST: This red-flower 'link' is causality and risk depth for Selfie-balance.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Yes, and maybe I'd been negotiating how to feel wise...

PSYCHIATRIST: You wielded your crossbow as the racer, and challenged others?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: In another pocket of the labyrinth, I streaked through rebels.

PSYCHIATRIST: Rebels...not psychos?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: No, political dissidents, with choices of Selfie-outcomes.

PSYCHIATRIST: You claim you fended off some of these 'rogues' with crossbow.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Yes, yes...those 'rogues' I mentioned previous were that club.

PSYCHIATRIST: Club?
MR. AMLAN SATAN: They seemed to be guardians...en-route to the Minotaur.

PSYCHIATRIST: A giant bull of insanity for some omen of strength in vertigo.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: That's the truth, doc...my beautiful mind is maze-flowered.

PSYCHIATRIST: Magic's bread, a Western bank (arguably)...good.

PSYCHIATRIST-JOURNAL (Excerpts): "Satan's challenge, for a beautiful-mind portrait inflective of something inherent in the civilization walls of risk-and-decision theory of complexity for the Ego, as the dream-sleep vision of the psycho, dissidents, beauty, and world-handed Minotaur imply or reflect (for some leviathan/uncertainty)...and a dentist may seek such world flares of immersion in wills and detours for outcome muscle for some application of Realism 'worry' for history's images/news/stories of fortune, investment, exchange, customs, hospitality, domestic/worldly value(s), and of course, the doubt of blush...so the dream of the labyrinth of a red-flower (of 'bloody-indulgence') is a Blue-Planet jar of things money-and-wound for Selfie age or resolution."

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)