geckogirl

third night in a row where i remember my dreams and they invlove me having to beat up or run away from or kill something that is attacking me. actually, now that i think about it, nights 1 and 3, the thing is attacking other people or animals, not me.

this morning, the thing was...a shark maybe? it was killing all these animals and then i was making ceviche from the meat left on the corpses. i was standing knee deep in my kitchen (the kitchen of my childhood home) in water and blood and the shark was swimming around trying to kill a white tiger. i hopped onto the kitchen counter when i realized the tiger had a knife stuck in its head because i didnt want to get cut. i think just before that, it had torn most of the flesh off gecko. she was still alive but her skin dangled off her back, you could see all her bones. i told someone to push her back in for the shark to finish her off since it was hopeless.

i think thats what it was all about. feeling hopeless. so lets cross our fingers that the last studio in seattle calls today.