I am not normally one to remember my dreams. But those I do tend to be really vivid and amazingly realistic; even when what's happening within the dreams are not very realistic, they seem to be do at the time.
I've had some bizarre dreams, and some unpleasant ones, but last night's may take the prize, since I don't normally dream about Armageddon. And no, I don't mean the Bruce Willis movie, but the actual end of the world. No fire and brimstone for my warped brain, though. Nor meteors crashing to earth. No, I get the color going out of the grass, dirt pouring out of holes in the sky, and basically just the collapse of pretty much everything, either physically or within our reality. Don't understand what I just wrote? Can't say I can explain it much better. Though the image of dirt coming out of holes in the sky (not too dissimilar to the snow coming through the roof of the Metrodome in December) was very vivid and disturbing. It was as if the gods had decided to pull the plug on this whole Earth experiment, and that was the general vibe I was getting in the dream.
Waking up at an odd hour has never felt so good...and yet I was still left with a marked sense of foreboding. Kind of weird, considering my usual upbeat demeanor. Especially since I had a great sushi dinner with my good friend last night, with the only major drama yesterday being in the morning as I argued with the spineless manager of my apartment complex about the latest attempts to screw the residents over changes being made in certain policies.
Weird shit.
I've had some bizarre dreams, and some unpleasant ones, but last night's may take the prize, since I don't normally dream about Armageddon. And no, I don't mean the Bruce Willis movie, but the actual end of the world. No fire and brimstone for my warped brain, though. Nor meteors crashing to earth. No, I get the color going out of the grass, dirt pouring out of holes in the sky, and basically just the collapse of pretty much everything, either physically or within our reality. Don't understand what I just wrote? Can't say I can explain it much better. Though the image of dirt coming out of holes in the sky (not too dissimilar to the snow coming through the roof of the Metrodome in December) was very vivid and disturbing. It was as if the gods had decided to pull the plug on this whole Earth experiment, and that was the general vibe I was getting in the dream.
Waking up at an odd hour has never felt so good...and yet I was still left with a marked sense of foreboding. Kind of weird, considering my usual upbeat demeanor. Especially since I had a great sushi dinner with my good friend last night, with the only major drama yesterday being in the morning as I argued with the spineless manager of my apartment complex about the latest
Weird shit.
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