part of my dream last night- there was this suspicious looking cabinet in a big mall (where I was at with a big class as a field trip which was also a sleepover???) and me and a lady staff person broke it open and there were all these bright coloured plushy animals inside- they’d been illegally caught and stored there to be sold as toys but like they were real? animals? and they’d been kept on shelves for so long that they’d all forgotten how to walk. anyway I ended up walking about with one of these mad coloured extremely squishy beasties under my arm for a while and I can’t remember what it looked like exactly but it was something like this. I can remember exactly what it felt like but it’s kinda hard to describe that.
Dance of a Thousand Eyes (from a dream I had last night)
‘Been having some excellently messed up dreams lately.
I’m actually pretty good at remembering my dreams, I’ve taught myself a method to recall them so I can write them down for stories and such.
Last night the world ended but time did as well so then I was stuck as a collection of particles in a solid fragment of space for a while and then I could see I was sort of turning around really slowly and realized I was a gemstone in a pocket watch but then because I realized what I was I broke the pocket watch.
Then there was something about a terrier and having to find a sort of pear I think I got a bit sidetracked.
emmyc:
Sometimes I have nice dreams and I feel compelled to sketch scenes from them so I can capture that weird feeling in a tangible form. This one turned out pretty accurate in terms of what I saw from my point of view! I remember the light doing exactly this in the hallway I was in.
The dream was about a yard sale going on inside someones house.
There was a man and woman in a hurry to pack up their things. They told me anything that wasn’t in a box was for sale and to let them know if I wanted anything.
Their house was bursting with plantlife! Vines trailed up the walls and moss covered patches of the hardwood floor. I think the man mentioned it had something to do with his profession.
A picture frame on the wall was full of a solid rectangle of woven, swirling vines. The vines crept out of the broken edges of the frame. I stared at it.
“Do you want the picture frame? It’s for sale.” said the man. “I can remove the vines.”
“No!! I like the vines!”
I should start doing this with my dreams…
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