On DEATHDEATHDEATH in dreams!
Okay, so there was my super-epic-wtf dream on Friday night, right? Then Saturday night, I have another long dream involving death, signs that signify when you're dying, and my inability to educate anyone else on it, lest I die immediately. I wasn't really scared that I was dying, just frustrated I couldn't tell anyone how to identify the 'signs' themselves. Then, tonight, I dream of strangers in the house to fix the shower (i.e. break down the walls), which shifts without warning into a traveling dream, during which I hear what I think are several gunshot reports behind us in the town we're just leaving. It turns out that the sounds were just reflecting off some buildings back there, because as we come over the hill, tall, thin mushroom clouds rise in succession from a high-arched tunnel. Men pour out covered in soot or pushing flaming vehicles. Children are crying. News reports are rolling in without the car radio on.
Lone Jack was the scene of not only coal mine fires, but subsequent explosions due to the accident. Thanks to some shrapnel, I girl's hand was shot through her mother's upper left arm. When the girl pulled her arm free, water gushed out of her mother and blood seeped down into her clothing.
Weird fucking dreams.
I woke up because Bo's fingers were twitching in his sleep.
Against my eyebrows.
Nngh, this sleep dep thing is being a real pain in the ass for my creativity. Pardon my whining but, these dreams really have to stop!
Lone Jack was the scene of not only coal mine fires, but subsequent explosions due to the accident. Thanks to some shrapnel, I girl's hand was shot through her mother's upper left arm. When the girl pulled her arm free, water gushed out of her mother and blood seeped down into her clothing.
Weird fucking dreams.
I woke up because Bo's fingers were twitching in his sleep.
Against my eyebrows.
Nngh, this sleep dep thing is being a real pain in the ass for my creativity. Pardon my whining but, these dreams really have to stop!