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i dreampt i was at the edge of the escarpment. gramma & papa's old backyard. its nighttime throughout the dream, and the sky is clear - speckled with hundreds of stars. this giant aquatic snail orbits the earth - appearing over tree tops in the west and heading across the sky... i follow with my eyes as it turns into a twisting coloured nebula over the rooftop, and it shrinks in the distance.
coming back again, later in the dream, following the same pattern... this time imploding over the house - becoming a mess of tiny auroras. floating letters made of lights appear. first "S U N", then "G O N E".
later im standing in a shower in a peachy yellow washroom. there is no curtain...nor shower-head - just a white tub in the centre of a tiny room and hot water falling from above. i have a box of little coloured crackers shaped like the faces of famous dictators, and i spill them into the tub - clogging the drain with pastel mush. the tub water rises and the hot rain keeps showering down and im suffocating in the humidity.
then. in space. a large brown spider tells me we need to go to venus - which is gaseous, pale oranges and blues. all the planets are very close together. everything is sickly garrishly cartoony...
we enter the planet's atmosphere and its like falling... being eveloped by soft thick kelp. were pulled into a tiny room, wooden panels and thick white bedsheets. then im sitting at a bench , with a porcelain dish in front of me. dipping fingers in and painting with the liquid inside on the surface of a plastic tablecloth. leslie is next to me and asks to try the liquid. she takes it and drinks it and im horrified because its semen.
coming back again, later in the dream, following the same pattern... this time imploding over the house - becoming a mess of tiny auroras. floating letters made of lights appear. first "S U N", then "G O N E".
later im standing in a shower in a peachy yellow washroom. there is no curtain...nor shower-head - just a white tub in the centre of a tiny room and hot water falling from above. i have a box of little coloured crackers shaped like the faces of famous dictators, and i spill them into the tub - clogging the drain with pastel mush. the tub water rises and the hot rain keeps showering down and im suffocating in the humidity.
then. in space. a large brown spider tells me we need to go to venus - which is gaseous, pale oranges and blues. all the planets are very close together. everything is sickly garrishly cartoony...
we enter the planet's atmosphere and its like falling... being eveloped by soft thick kelp. were pulled into a tiny room, wooden panels and thick white bedsheets. then im sitting at a bench , with a porcelain dish in front of me. dipping fingers in and painting with the liquid inside on the surface of a plastic tablecloth. leslie is next to me and asks to try the liquid. she takes it and drinks it and im horrified because its semen.