again , this note is written like my brain . disorganized , confusing , and not looking for validation .
ve . somehow i think it ties into my plant/gardening addiction , being anti-social and less to do with the actual violent attack protrayed in the dreamscape .
while sleeping in Fuzzy's bed the other night i dreamed that a small doll house replaca of my moms house started growing in his yard . i was unsettled by this . the small house was euthenized by a silver bullet . i could hear the small houses heart pounding in the dream , and for about 7 or 8 mins after i awoke .. it could have been my own pounding heart . my moms house represents a chilling , unsettleing evil in all my dreamscapes in all circumstances .
last night i tossed and turned , i dozed , i twitched myself awake . i burned calories in my sleep . i sweated . i was walking in a thick over grown abondoned factory , boondox was no where to be seen or heard . i was worried about her . i called into the darkness . my concerns where echoed back , bouncing off the hallow uncaring stained walls . mice scurries in the trash and broken glass under my feet . large door sized books lay scattered , discarded , and abused in the coners of the musky unloved factory . moths the size of eagles soared overhead . i like moths . i relize i am very alone , and for some reason i relieved . if i am alone , i am not in danger .
in a different scape , i dreamed that boondox found a identical dog friend , named doxboon . they played and had fun .
ve . somehow i think it ties into my plant/gardening addiction , being anti-social and less to do with the actual violent attack protrayed in the dreamscape .
while sleeping in Fuzzy's bed the other night i dreamed that a small doll house replaca of my moms house started growing in his yard . i was unsettled by this . the small house was euthenized by a silver bullet . i could hear the small houses heart pounding in the dream , and for about 7 or 8 mins after i awoke .. it could have been my own pounding heart . my moms house represents a chilling , unsettleing evil in all my dreamscapes in all circumstances .
last night i tossed and turned , i dozed , i twitched myself awake . i burned calories in my sleep . i sweated . i was walking in a thick over grown abondoned factory , boondox was no where to be seen or heard . i was worried about her . i called into the darkness . my concerns where echoed back , bouncing off the hallow uncaring stained walls . mice scurries in the trash and broken glass under my feet . large door sized books lay scattered , discarded , and abused in the coners of the musky unloved factory . moths the size of eagles soared overhead . i like moths . i relize i am very alone , and for some reason i relieved . if i am alone , i am not in danger .
in a different scape , i dreamed that boondox found a identical dog friend , named doxboon . they played and had fun .
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