My dream was a set of unrelated, tonally-inconsistent dreams under the matrix of one dream (My writing style is influencing my subconscious)
Was back in school and each chapter was like an f'd up class I was taking, but never in a classroom: theater, some girl's bedroom, TV, etc.
One stands out: in some living room. Class on home-econ, had to make soup out of certain important body part (not vitally important, but..)
Careful slicing along axis, mindful of tips teach gave. Mom walks by to get mail, keep self covered but tell her what I'm doing. Cool w/ it.
Oh, and a shaggy dog shot or something (ever mind your lolz. dick-slicing stories only so-so entertaining on their own)
Filing that away w/ my most memorable, unsettling dreams. I don't dream too often, far as I can tell.
Another dream jammed in that drawer: Being lost in an amusement park. Seeing the bird's I view of population, me screaming deep within.
Or: That early dream with the Porky-like pig smiling from a portrait on my bedroom wall. My bedroom was simple like a stage...
...And one dimensional so it shouldn't have felt as awful as I did seeing him emerge from his frame, big round eyes on me in my bed.
When I saw The Ring I thought of that dream.
Chasing the trenchcoated shadowy type chasing my sister in a comic book noir cityscape, alley after alley. He catches her before I catch up.
He takes her hand and places it on an iron pedestal/stump and holds a knife up and the dream ends. I don't dream that much anymore.
And a shaggy dog shot or something.
Was back in school and each chapter was like an f'd up class I was taking, but never in a classroom: theater, some girl's bedroom, TV, etc.
One stands out: in some living room. Class on home-econ, had to make soup out of certain important body part (not vitally important, but..)
Careful slicing along axis, mindful of tips teach gave. Mom walks by to get mail, keep self covered but tell her what I'm doing. Cool w/ it.
Oh, and a shaggy dog shot or something (ever mind your lolz. dick-slicing stories only so-so entertaining on their own)
Filing that away w/ my most memorable, unsettling dreams. I don't dream too often, far as I can tell.
Another dream jammed in that drawer: Being lost in an amusement park. Seeing the bird's I view of population, me screaming deep within.
Or: That early dream with the Porky-like pig smiling from a portrait on my bedroom wall. My bedroom was simple like a stage...
...And one dimensional so it shouldn't have felt as awful as I did seeing him emerge from his frame, big round eyes on me in my bed.
When I saw The Ring I thought of that dream.
Chasing the trenchcoated shadowy type chasing my sister in a comic book noir cityscape, alley after alley. He catches her before I catch up.
He takes her hand and places it on an iron pedestal/stump and holds a knife up and the dream ends. I don't dream that much anymore.
And a shaggy dog shot or something.
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