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Have any of you actually ever seen a billion dollar baby? It is a dark and spooky night in the soul of Em Dashing. The last two nights I had dreams about dead animals. The first night, it was dead fish: dead sea creatures, little anemone type sea donuts and actual goldfishes all flopping out of there water container, and I could never manage to scoop them back in, because they wriggled and fought and were slimy or because I could barely bear to try to help. I realized after I woke up that I've had this dream several times before, it's probably quite a common dream among people in general, it just seems more meaningful this time.
Last night it was wolves and foxes. Baby foxes. Dead baby foxes that I remember feeling terriffied of, but then someone said, "How could anyone hurt a baby fox? Who would do that? They're not to be scared of." I don't exactly remember, maybe I was too scared to go back and look at the fox.
These seem extra meaningful. I haven't had one of my nightmares, at least not one that I could remember the next morning (I know I had one, at least, an awful one, one of the apocalypse ones, and at least two falling from high, high, high and then landing on hard concrete...I wonder if that is the one way one can dream one's own death all the way through), not so much of the water ones. There are others, but no one asked for a classics reel of nightmares I've had since I was three years old.
I've been thinking about my dream maps a lot today.
Last night it was wolves and foxes. Baby foxes. Dead baby foxes that I remember feeling terriffied of, but then someone said, "How could anyone hurt a baby fox? Who would do that? They're not to be scared of." I don't exactly remember, maybe I was too scared to go back and look at the fox.
These seem extra meaningful. I haven't had one of my nightmares, at least not one that I could remember the next morning (I know I had one, at least, an awful one, one of the apocalypse ones, and at least two falling from high, high, high and then landing on hard concrete...I wonder if that is the one way one can dream one's own death all the way through), not so much of the water ones. There are others, but no one asked for a classics reel of nightmares I've had since I was three years old.
I've been thinking about my dream maps a lot today.