Dreamt that I saw an old friend named Mouse. She was cheery and happy to see me. Her short dark brown hair was cut in a bob.
Collapse
Dream: The world was three dimensional. Then it started collapsing on itself. All that was left was a scratch mark on stone. Black and white photo of scratched surface. Location: Unknown, USA.
The Wig
Dreamt I was at a job. I am not sure even what I did there. A shirtless man walked in. He was wearing a long brown wig that was parted down the middle. It was the same wig that I had bought from the romance store. He walked in a kind of dance into the […]
The Moving Screws
Dreamt that I was staring at this steel plate. My focus was on the screws in the plate. Then the screws started to unscrew themselves just like I wanted. They slowly unscrewed themselves and fell on the cement floor. It was beautiful. Black and white photo of HVAC vent panel in warehouse at the Russel […]
Some Binary that I Used to Know
Dreamt that I was laying a cat stencil over binary code on a canvas. The binary code looked like the binary blanket that I used to have. I was about to depress on the spray-paint can. Then I stopped. The soundtrack to Jillian Michaels 30 Day Shred DVD was playing repeatedly in my dream. She […]
The Glowing Green Sodas
Dreamt that I was working in a soda pop factory. The soda pop they manufactured there reminded me of Jones Soda. Everyone was new there. When the shift was over, I took two green apple sodas into the bathroom. They glowed like absinthe. I offered one to a coworker, they declined. I drank the whole […]
Cold Connections
Dream: The connections are cold. The strokes bring about mechanical distribution of thoughts into electronic format. The user knows only of flesh. Black and white photo of hand holding keyboard. Location: Michigan, USA.
The Boiler
Dreamt that I woke up to an alarm. The boiler shut off and the hot water heater tank shut off. The boiler had gone into the black zone. It was a zone that was like the point of no return on the temperature gauge. I tried checking the fuses, but that didn’t seem to work. […]
The Typewriter
Dreamt that I was typing on a suitcase typewriter. It was electric. The hum from it was intoxicating.
The Baby
Dreamt that I was standing on some rocks by a beach. There were some people there. Maybe they were a family. Half of them were laying on the ground bleeding. I don’t remember how they got that way. I was cradling something in my arms and rocked it back and forth. Was it a child […]