dreamtelling
I have to add about my fucked-up dreams last night. It was like a demon had entered me during the day, and during the night it exited my mind in the most bloody and violent way possible.
I watched, slowly and in vivid, colored detail, a human head being hatcheted in half (multiple strokes), and a bunch of other things that ran like a clips show of snuff films. It was fucked up, and I woke up feeling like I'd run all night long. I was sweating, all right? I remember being underwater a lot, in freezing water, hiding. There was a lot of hiding.
Also, there was a very, oddly large number of OPEN DOORS. Doors that should have been closed that were swinging open. Doors in and out of a house that belonged to me, that belonged to Andre, that belonged to strangers. I walked into a woman's house to admire the interior, and she came downstairs and asked me suspiciously what I was doing there. "Your door was open," I said, "I just wanted to make sure..." I'm not sure what I wanted to make sure.
I watched, slowly and in vivid, colored detail, a human head being hatcheted in half (multiple strokes), and a bunch of other things that ran like a clips show of snuff films. It was fucked up, and I woke up feeling like I'd run all night long. I was sweating, all right? I remember being underwater a lot, in freezing water, hiding. There was a lot of hiding.
Also, there was a very, oddly large number of OPEN DOORS. Doors that should have been closed that were swinging open. Doors in and out of a house that belonged to me, that belonged to Andre, that belonged to strangers. I walked into a woman's house to admire the interior, and she came downstairs and asked me suspiciously what I was doing there. "Your door was open," I said, "I just wanted to make sure..." I'm not sure what I wanted to make sure.