more inexplicable semi-sci-fi dreams...
so last night's dreams may win some sort of dense-with-pointless-surreality prize.
i seemed to be minding a child @ a small compound of buildings. a little girl with too much energy, around the age of 6/7. i'm assisted in this by what appears to be an alien. don't know his name, but i think it's a male. and he's not humanoid. in fact, he sort of looks like he's been steam-rolled flat and kinda wide, and his legs seem able to disappear at will. i think he's some sort of shapeshifter.
at one point the girl starts crying and screaming, panicked, because she won't be able to enter some sort of very important contest. a speed-rafting contest that i understand to be much like surfing. and the alien stretches himself into a sort of speed raft - he looks eerily like a rounded-rectangle version of a seven foot by four foot grey tongue, all strange flesh. he says something solemn and wise, along the lines of it being his duty to ensure that we don't lose this chance. (chance @ what? speed-rafting fame? is this surf or die....? what?)
and i bow my head and start weeping. full-out, head down so no one can see the tears running. quiet sobs, the whole bit. i basically cry, to anyone that'll listen, that this alien surf board guy is a hero, the noblest of us. this is where i wake up.
also, i receive secret messages through the fruit drawer in the fridge, so keep going into the fridge. the little girl thinks i'm getting food every time and asks for some.
i'm starting to miss my old dreams of being an explosives operative for a revolutionary operation in the jungle. i'm babysitting in my dreams now? i miss my guns and jeep.
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i seemed to be minding a child @ a small compound of buildings. a little girl with too much energy, around the age of 6/7. i'm assisted in this by what appears to be an alien. don't know his name, but i think it's a male. and he's not humanoid. in fact, he sort of looks like he's been steam-rolled flat and kinda wide, and his legs seem able to disappear at will. i think he's some sort of shapeshifter.
at one point the girl starts crying and screaming, panicked, because she won't be able to enter some sort of very important contest. a speed-rafting contest that i understand to be much like surfing. and the alien stretches himself into a sort of speed raft - he looks eerily like a rounded-rectangle version of a seven foot by four foot grey tongue, all strange flesh. he says something solemn and wise, along the lines of it being his duty to ensure that we don't lose this chance. (chance @ what? speed-rafting fame? is this surf or die....? what?)
and i bow my head and start weeping. full-out, head down so no one can see the tears running. quiet sobs, the whole bit. i basically cry, to anyone that'll listen, that this alien surf board guy is a hero, the noblest of us. this is where i wake up.
also, i receive secret messages through the fruit drawer in the fridge, so keep going into the fridge. the little girl thinks i'm getting food every time and asks for some.
i'm starting to miss my old dreams of being an explosives operative for a revolutionary operation in the jungle. i'm babysitting in my dreams now? i miss my guns and jeep.
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