[8 May 2006] Dreaming Anew
I dreamt about the piano player again last night. It was soothing because I know it means that there are others besides me and Adam. Others who are dying behind closed doors while what's left of the military and the Houses of Parliament, and the Prime Minister try to tell us that it's not as bad as all that.
One hundred percent fatality. And it's not as bad as all that.
The piano dream means that I'm dreaming again. I've probably been dreaming all along, but lost in my head so much that I simply haven't registered the dreams. People, faces, houses, places fill my dreams, flickering past like memories, but I know that they're not. They're the faces of those who remain behind, or who will when all is said and done.
It's not just the piano player or the faces of strangers that fill my dreams. There are shadowy shapes that fill the voids, touches in my mind that aren't human. Alien and foreign, not always hostile but neither always friendly. They skitter in the background never taking shape, and never letting me catch a full glimpse of them. It makes sleeping hard, but a glass of wine or a drink before bed tends to help me relax.
Adam wouldn't approve of the drinking, but what he doesn't know doesn't hurt him. Besides with so few minds and emotions to disturb me, the looseness of my shielding brought on by drinking is hardly an issue now.
One hundred percent fatality. And it's not as bad as all that.
The piano dream means that I'm dreaming again. I've probably been dreaming all along, but lost in my head so much that I simply haven't registered the dreams. People, faces, houses, places fill my dreams, flickering past like memories, but I know that they're not. They're the faces of those who remain behind, or who will when all is said and done.
It's not just the piano player or the faces of strangers that fill my dreams. There are shadowy shapes that fill the voids, touches in my mind that aren't human. Alien and foreign, not always hostile but neither always friendly. They skitter in the background never taking shape, and never letting me catch a full glimpse of them. It makes sleeping hard, but a glass of wine or a drink before bed tends to help me relax.
Adam wouldn't approve of the drinking, but what he doesn't know doesn't hurt him. Besides with so few minds and emotions to disturb me, the looseness of my shielding brought on by drinking is hardly an issue now.