Dream log.
I don't know how this started. First thing I remember was that I was driving a something to California.
There was this school-like, big place with a big library/theater inside it. All of my friends were there. ( In another dream a while back a dinosaur appeared.. the same dinosaur was there. ) We started talking, and then, they left. I was alone.
I turned around and looked up at the stage, and there was this sign across the top that said "The Rocky Horror Horse." ( Which I don't understand.. but one of the songs was stuck in my head last night, so maybe that's why.) I looked down at the stage, and there, indeed, was a horse. For some reason, he was missing all the skin off his body from his neck down. Deteriorated muscle clung to far-too-visible bones, holding in the apparently dying organs that I could see beating through the gaps in his ribs and dripping liquid/blood? onto the floor. He was swaying unsteadily, head hung down, face and eyes sunken in and dull, respectively.
At one point he swayed to far to one side, and I transported ( or something ) to the stage to catch him. He was leaning against my stomach and I swear I can still feel it all slimy and wet and heavy. I was touching his bones, and talking to him. I asked him, "What happened to all of your skin?" and he said, "I ate it."
I remember thinking that, if a horse was going to eat his own flesh, he must have been pretty desperate for food.. and then again, it didn't look like he'd moved from that stage in a long time. I guess at that point I woke up.
I feel nauseous.
There was this school-like, big place with a big library/theater inside it. All of my friends were there. ( In another dream a while back a dinosaur appeared.. the same dinosaur was there. ) We started talking, and then, they left. I was alone.
I turned around and looked up at the stage, and there was this sign across the top that said "The Rocky Horror Horse." ( Which I don't understand.. but one of the songs was stuck in my head last night, so maybe that's why.) I looked down at the stage, and there, indeed, was a horse. For some reason, he was missing all the skin off his body from his neck down. Deteriorated muscle clung to far-too-visible bones, holding in the apparently dying organs that I could see beating through the gaps in his ribs and dripping liquid/blood? onto the floor. He was swaying unsteadily, head hung down, face and eyes sunken in and dull, respectively.
At one point he swayed to far to one side, and I transported ( or something ) to the stage to catch him. He was leaning against my stomach and I swear I can still feel it all slimy and wet and heavy. I was touching his bones, and talking to him. I asked him, "What happened to all of your skin?" and he said, "I ate it."
I remember thinking that, if a horse was going to eat his own flesh, he must have been pretty desperate for food.. and then again, it didn't look like he'd moved from that stage in a long time. I guess at that point I woke up.
I feel nauseous.