a torrent of dreams ...
being snowed in at a mountain lodge with a woman. falling in love. she's sad and looks at me like i should know her. she reminds me of other lovers when i look at her from behind. i recognize things on the walls. dates. i realize i've loved her from many lives before.
a kaleidoscope of animals and nature surrounding my whole field of vision.
i am a part of it.
i'm at a camp being trained to survive electrocution and fire. everyone is huge. i am not. i carry rubber boots full of nails that cut my skin.
secret rooms.
i am working in someones home. they are related to an acquaintance of mine. there is a lamp that my parents had when i was a child. it was my grandparents before that. i point out a crack in the glass. i had broken it when i was a boy. the lamp falls without me touching it and breaks to bits.
now i'm outside loading it into my truck. i am in the back. a little girl has jacked up the truck and is pulling it with an extension cord. i get out and remove the jack and the truck begins to roll down the hill. i run after it but it gains speed. it looks like it will stop in some bushes but veers sharply and crashes through a fence and rolls several times and lands in a ravine in someones back yard.
i jump fences. there are houses arranged in rows front to back. a nice old man invites me in. he is painting his stairwell and has put on so many coats of paint, the ceiling is only a couple feet off the steps. i have to lie on my back and slide down the stairwell to get downstairs.
there is a hideous little dog that keeps biting my hands.
being snowed in at a mountain lodge with a woman. falling in love. she's sad and looks at me like i should know her. she reminds me of other lovers when i look at her from behind. i recognize things on the walls. dates. i realize i've loved her from many lives before.
a kaleidoscope of animals and nature surrounding my whole field of vision.
i am a part of it.
i'm at a camp being trained to survive electrocution and fire. everyone is huge. i am not. i carry rubber boots full of nails that cut my skin.
secret rooms.
i am working in someones home. they are related to an acquaintance of mine. there is a lamp that my parents had when i was a child. it was my grandparents before that. i point out a crack in the glass. i had broken it when i was a boy. the lamp falls without me touching it and breaks to bits.
now i'm outside loading it into my truck. i am in the back. a little girl has jacked up the truck and is pulling it with an extension cord. i get out and remove the jack and the truck begins to roll down the hill. i run after it but it gains speed. it looks like it will stop in some bushes but veers sharply and crashes through a fence and rolls several times and lands in a ravine in someones back yard.
i jump fences. there are houses arranged in rows front to back. a nice old man invites me in. he is painting his stairwell and has put on so many coats of paint, the ceiling is only a couple feet off the steps. i have to lie on my back and slide down the stairwell to get downstairs.
there is a hideous little dog that keeps biting my hands.
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other than that it's rare that I dream anymore.
I use to love to dream.