Dream Log for Wednesday, December 6th, 2006

[bluebloodbeast]

Today, after Physics class, I was feeling particularly shitty, incompetent, unwholesome, and unreal. So I took a nap. During this nap, I dreamt that I was at home with my family. We were living in a house that seemed to be a combination of the three homes that the family's spent much time in since my birth. There was some sort of crisis going on, and Mom, Dad, and Luke were yelling about something. My father told me to go down into the basement to check for flooding. I did, and discovered that there was a couple inches of water lying on the ground down there. Which fact I then came upstairs to report to him. He brusquely told me to go down and check the sub-basement. Everyone seemed really tense. At some point right around now a song started playing from some electronic music-producing device in my room. (My room, by the way, was very small, and was walled entirely with some chocolate brown wood that seemed to be rotting slightly. The room looked a tad delapidated, as indeed did the entire house.) The song was "Blood Roses" by Tori Amos, which is kinda vaguely curious from your perspective, Ms. Agnes, since that song was just mentioned on the Journal of one of our mutual friends. This song continued playing in my head, in fits and snatches, for the rest of the dream. Anyway, I went down into the sub-basement (which, as you might imagine, was beneath the basement). There were several feet of water covering the floor there. There were also fish swimming around under the water. Large fish. Some of these fish were maybe five feet long, and looked to weigh about as much as I do. They were of a species I've seen before at the Shedd Aquarium - long, cigar-shaped, with large green-black diamond-shaped scales covering their body and rather small fins. I think they're a kind of giant catfish. Anyway, I saw them down there and was scared. But I paused to estimate precisely how much water was in the sub-basement. It looked to be about 2 or 3 feet deep. I'm not sure how the giant fishies managed to swim in so little water, but the dream-water was doing strange things, and it looked curiously (impossibly!) deeper where the fishes were swimming than near the walls, which is where I was looking to estimate the water's depth. I turned around to go up the stairs and report these concerning facts to my father when the dream ended.

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Today I saw a boy wearing a T-shirt saying "I used to think my laziness might be a problem...but then I stopped thinking!"

Seeing boys wearing T-shirts since 1986,
--mark