let's have dinner on the devil tonight. tomorrow there'll be hell to pay.
this morning was filled with promising, empty dreams of death.
it began as i was waiting for some "friends" (no one i really knew) to gather at one of their homes. as i was standing, drinking coffee, i saw a nasty accident out the kitchen window. a car took the corner a little too fast and skidded into a ditch and another car behind it did the same, clipped the trunk of the first car, crushed the roof and decapitated the driver. i shouted to a couple people who followed me out the back door to call 911. i went first to the driver's side door, noting the driver's head on the ground out of the corner of my eye as i crossed the yard. the door was crushed in, so i went around to the other side of the car and pried the passenger door open. the inside of the car was empty. on emerging, the head was gone. i wandered away from the house, towards a neighbor's, as the police arrived and started questioning people.
before getting to the next house though, i wandered through a field trying to figure out what i had seen. i knew someone had died, but the last i looked back, they were taking the driver of the first car away in an ambulance. i knew i was dreaming, but even then i couldn't make sense of it. it made me feel very alone that i was the only one who had just watched someone die.
once i finally headed towards the neighbor's house, the police stopped me and asked me if i'd seen another person in the first car, a girl...they thought someone might have grabbed her right after the accident. as they were asking me about it, i had these flashes of the woman slumped headless over the steering wheel; her head, lifeless and leering, feet in front of the car...and the kidnapped girl was her. they finally decided i didn't know anything useful and left.
the rest of the dream i hung out with the neighbor...who was the "kidnapped" girl...who was the sister of one of my oldest friends...said sister dead years now of a bad drug interaction. we curled up on her couch and flirted and watched tv. i told her i missed her. she told me i had no idea what i was missing. life was a dream.
be careful...this is where the world drops off...
when i dream about people who are or were real to me, i always try to pay attention, as it happens so rarely that i dream at all, let alone about something tangible. mostly they just leave me feeling like i'm not moving fast enough.
it began as i was waiting for some "friends" (no one i really knew) to gather at one of their homes. as i was standing, drinking coffee, i saw a nasty accident out the kitchen window. a car took the corner a little too fast and skidded into a ditch and another car behind it did the same, clipped the trunk of the first car, crushed the roof and decapitated the driver. i shouted to a couple people who followed me out the back door to call 911. i went first to the driver's side door, noting the driver's head on the ground out of the corner of my eye as i crossed the yard. the door was crushed in, so i went around to the other side of the car and pried the passenger door open. the inside of the car was empty. on emerging, the head was gone. i wandered away from the house, towards a neighbor's, as the police arrived and started questioning people.
before getting to the next house though, i wandered through a field trying to figure out what i had seen. i knew someone had died, but the last i looked back, they were taking the driver of the first car away in an ambulance. i knew i was dreaming, but even then i couldn't make sense of it. it made me feel very alone that i was the only one who had just watched someone die.
once i finally headed towards the neighbor's house, the police stopped me and asked me if i'd seen another person in the first car, a girl...they thought someone might have grabbed her right after the accident. as they were asking me about it, i had these flashes of the woman slumped headless over the steering wheel; her head, lifeless and leering, feet in front of the car...and the kidnapped girl was her. they finally decided i didn't know anything useful and left.
the rest of the dream i hung out with the neighbor...who was the "kidnapped" girl...who was the sister of one of my oldest friends...said sister dead years now of a bad drug interaction. we curled up on her couch and flirted and watched tv. i told her i missed her. she told me i had no idea what i was missing. life was a dream.
be careful...this is where the world drops off...
when i dream about people who are or were real to me, i always try to pay attention, as it happens so rarely that i dream at all, let alone about something tangible. mostly they just leave me feeling like i'm not moving fast enough.