Would it help to confuse it if we run away more?
I dragged out a sketchbook and some pencils. I doodled. My subconscious
influenced by JTHM, I drew a disembodied head that looked up at the
paper at me with eyes that whimpered, "Momo?" Yes, it was Edward...or
was it my own little Squee? The logical consequence was to draw
it again, only this time with a mouth full of fangs and cruel, sadistic
eyes for Jack, and again, with a beatific rapture upon the features for
the *other* Edward. Perhaps when I do them up in ink, I'll scan
them... Delusions of grandeur... Delusions of artisic
talent.
Squee and Nny.
More nutty dreams. Thank heaven that at the very least I didn't grind my teeth into powder. I was running away. from what, I don't know. Strangely, it wasn't fearful, only running. I was running with the sensation of being pursued. I was filled with energy, once again, the feeling of writing hot. I dove off a low bridge and started swimming down to the bottom of a pit where there was a cave. The cave was full of air, the sweetest, most refreshing, cleanest air imaginable. There I found that nothing could harm me. Nothing could get past the wards on the cave entrance. I took up a flute I found on the ground and began to play. I was alone in the dark and the cold, dripping wet and hungry, but I was safe and I was full of savage energy. I took a spear off the wall, an animal skin, a bone knife and girded myself in dry clothes. I cut my hair off with the knife until all its length was gone, only stringy, random strands left. I crawled on all fours through the dark and found a warm, living thing. It was an animal. I killed it and ate it while its blood was still warm. I skinned it and added its skin to my clothing with a needle made from a bone and thread made of tendons. I was perfectly at peace. But something made me want to leave the cave. The savage energy was driving me back into the water. I heard an alarm clock and it was my own, back in my bed in my apartment and I was still wearing animal skins with blood on my mouth. Then I woke up.
I want to have this dream again.
Squee and Nny.
More nutty dreams. Thank heaven that at the very least I didn't grind my teeth into powder. I was running away. from what, I don't know. Strangely, it wasn't fearful, only running. I was running with the sensation of being pursued. I was filled with energy, once again, the feeling of writing hot. I dove off a low bridge and started swimming down to the bottom of a pit where there was a cave. The cave was full of air, the sweetest, most refreshing, cleanest air imaginable. There I found that nothing could harm me. Nothing could get past the wards on the cave entrance. I took up a flute I found on the ground and began to play. I was alone in the dark and the cold, dripping wet and hungry, but I was safe and I was full of savage energy. I took a spear off the wall, an animal skin, a bone knife and girded myself in dry clothes. I cut my hair off with the knife until all its length was gone, only stringy, random strands left. I crawled on all fours through the dark and found a warm, living thing. It was an animal. I killed it and ate it while its blood was still warm. I skinned it and added its skin to my clothing with a needle made from a bone and thread made of tendons. I was perfectly at peace. But something made me want to leave the cave. The savage energy was driving me back into the water. I heard an alarm clock and it was my own, back in my bed in my apartment and I was still wearing animal skins with blood on my mouth. Then I woke up.
I want to have this dream again.