Dreamblog:
Lots of dark dreams lately...
1) There's a gaping wound in my neck, flesh-eating bacteria. I can
see muscles and tendons. It's grotesque and painful. I try to leave
to get help before I die, but into my room streams sick children.
Little toddlers who can't breath and children with seizures. How can I
leave?
2) I am working with relief workers in Afghanistan. Digging in the
side of a cliff, my local and I unearth a quarry of diamonds.
Freedom! But this is some twisted future where junk and scrapes line
this canyon and resources even with diamonds are rare. In our junk
yard of a home, I find people making comforts where they can. A small
market of canned goods, walls of living quarters lined with old music
posters (Pink next with Michael Jackson, huh), old televisions playing
propaganda from a bygone freedom-fest of America. So with my little
pouch of diamonds, I set out to the wilderness (more piles of junk) to
barter for fresh supplies. I miss step and slip off a narrow bridge
and a robot camera spies me. I have no choice but tumble down a trash
mountain and into a great pool of water. Underwater, I can hear
message from the past. The messages are bright and cheerful, old and
nostalgic, but not to be trusted.
Comments (1)
dreams scare me...
i have a hard time telling the difference from reality.
i must have some disorder. :P