RE: "Seriously brain, what the hell?" A Thread For Weird Dreams and Nightmares
05-21-2018, 11:53 PM
Two dreams this week revisiting my recurring dream-spots
One was a big facility/factory that was a hell-analogue, instructions telling people where to go and misreading them and getting off at the wrong floor on a flight of stairs or walking through the fifth doorway on the left instead of the right promised an eternity of unending suffering. Following all the instructions would mean you could keep moving, defer being chewed up by the machine but really, the fear and anxiety as you're growing mentally exhausted and struggling to remember all the rules and instructions is just a different kind of punishment
The second was arriving at a bay large but narrow with carloads of friends and the kind of people I'm fine talking to one-on-one but hate interacting with at parties, a couple coves clockwise (walkable at low tide) takes you to a dilapidated shack that might've been a bar, or a hotel with a layout mimicking a boat
and we spend the night in pleasant-enough ambiance until a band with no business setting up a show in the middle of fuckwhere comes on board and puts on one of the best gigs I've ever been to, (I think they were playing covers this time but it was still banger after banger)
then a speedboat swings by to get us all back to our cars cuz the tide's come in and the points between coves are impassable but it roars off in the wrong direction past floating crowds that shouldn't be out this time of night, and I can't tell if they're yelling at our boat making waves or they're asking for help but I wish they weren't there
In the morning, we've gotta drive home again but I don't know which way's north and there's an active volcano nearby that might mean we have to detour
One was a big facility/factory that was a hell-analogue, instructions telling people where to go and misreading them and getting off at the wrong floor on a flight of stairs or walking through the fifth doorway on the left instead of the right promised an eternity of unending suffering. Following all the instructions would mean you could keep moving, defer being chewed up by the machine but really, the fear and anxiety as you're growing mentally exhausted and struggling to remember all the rules and instructions is just a different kind of punishment
The second was arriving at a bay large but narrow with carloads of friends and the kind of people I'm fine talking to one-on-one but hate interacting with at parties, a couple coves clockwise (walkable at low tide) takes you to a dilapidated shack that might've been a bar, or a hotel with a layout mimicking a boat
and we spend the night in pleasant-enough ambiance until a band with no business setting up a show in the middle of fuckwhere comes on board and puts on one of the best gigs I've ever been to, (I think they were playing covers this time but it was still banger after banger)
then a speedboat swings by to get us all back to our cars cuz the tide's come in and the points between coves are impassable but it roars off in the wrong direction past floating crowds that shouldn't be out this time of night, and I can't tell if they're yelling at our boat making waves or they're asking for help but I wish they weren't there
In the morning, we've gotta drive home again but I don't know which way's north and there's an active volcano nearby that might mean we have to detour
peace to the unsung peace to the martyrs | i'm johnny rotten appleseed
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow