Dreams lately
Dreams lately have been straight out of of sci-fi movies, out of books about the apocalypse, or arthouse horror films. Not sure yet if I'll make it to the place after the world ends, but then I'm not sure if I'd want to.
Over the last week I've had some of the following:
--looking out the window of an event and leaving early. Police activity outside the wide windows. I run downstairs with Brian, and we both go to the parking lot to get into our respective cars. I try to start my car in the chaos of people rushing around. I keep trying to call Brian to find a place to meet but there isn't an answer on the other line. I start driving and giant lasers are turning the street into giant asphalt ribbons. I turn into a narrow alleyway and wake up.
--I keep leaving a baby that isn't a baby and is actually a little sloth that is the size of my thumb somewhere. Not sure where except I have a rushed, panic feeling that I've lost something important. I retrieve it and my immediate thoughts are, "Oh no, the thing is dead." I put the baby/sloth child on a paper plate and in the fridge to firm up. It does and now has returned to a jello texture. This baby/sloth asks me if I want to have tea and we go to a spaceship covered in chrome and lined with crumpled tinfoil, silver and yet shadowed in the light.
--got a tattoo, it didn't hurt, but the little bird started talking to me about how I should avoid bridges because that was how i was destined to die.
--sunlight
Over the last week I've had some of the following:
--looking out the window of an event and leaving early. Police activity outside the wide windows. I run downstairs with Brian, and we both go to the parking lot to get into our respective cars. I try to start my car in the chaos of people rushing around. I keep trying to call Brian to find a place to meet but there isn't an answer on the other line. I start driving and giant lasers are turning the street into giant asphalt ribbons. I turn into a narrow alleyway and wake up.
--I keep leaving a baby that isn't a baby and is actually a little sloth that is the size of my thumb somewhere. Not sure where except I have a rushed, panic feeling that I've lost something important. I retrieve it and my immediate thoughts are, "Oh no, the thing is dead." I put the baby/sloth child on a paper plate and in the fridge to firm up. It does and now has returned to a jello texture. This baby/sloth asks me if I want to have tea and we go to a spaceship covered in chrome and lined with crumpled tinfoil, silver and yet shadowed in the light.
--got a tattoo, it didn't hurt, but the little bird started talking to me about how I should avoid bridges because that was how i was destined to die.
--sunlight