Well... that was a strange dream. It was very strange during it, too, I tell you what.
God only knows how it started, but I recall being with my best friend. I'm not sure if we were in her house, or mine. I think it was hers, and she'd gotten back from basic. It was the weekend and she was leaving on Tuesday. I was sad because I had to take a test on Monday for school, but not all hope was lost when I remembered that I could just take the test in the morning, and see her in the afternoon. And I guess it turned into a party? I remember my sister was there, and we were at our house, and some of her old friends started showing up, and then it definitely turned into a small party.
I think the dream turned strange because I woke up and fell back asleep, and I think my brain decided to give me a dream that was full of lots of people. Anyway, it was a family get together on a farm and I was a man. Things started turning really weird when the animals on the farm randomly turned hostile. The other people in the house started grouping together to make an escape. I decided to pack up my suit case like an idiot. By the time I decided that was a stupid idea, people had already started to leave. Some of them made it, most of them didn't. There were a few people left inside, and movement about the house was dangerous, since the animals could see through windows, and hear you walking across the floors. There was a woman and her child, and she beckoned me to come into the bathroom, but warned me to be as stealthy as possible when I stepped loudly past a window. So I decided to crawl the rest of the way to the bathroom. There were two windows in there, and I looked out the one as the lady was talking to me. At some point, I was myself. I remember looking out through a small spot in the blinds and seeing a black and white mottled pig. It saw me and stared evilly. I decided to move away from the window. The lady was saying something about having found a passage out through the bathroom, and they were waiting for news from some man. So we waited. We waited for quite some time. Oh, and the passage entrance was either under the random second toilet... or it WAS the second toilet. At some point she offered me some crackers with.. something on them. I said no thanks and asked what it was she was putting on them. She smiled awkwardly and said, "Oh, you know me..." I had no idea what she meant by that. I just remember it looking something like pale caviar... or watery gelatin with dark sand. The next thing I remember we were outside, and the woman and her child were holding up a stick in their hands, and a bird on their shoulder. The sticks were very similar; long, relatively straight, and about an inch in diameter. Every animal we passed showed hostility toward me. The woman talked about me needing an antenna, by which she meant a stick. Her and her child kept telling me that I really needed one, because the animals would leave me alone. We sat down under a tree, and a squirrel jumped on me, a bird dove at me, and then it pooped on me. I immediately picked up a stick I saw nearby that was similar to the ones they were holding. It was wet and soft, but the bird perched on my shoulder instead of attacking me. Then a little boy of about 9 years came strolling up to us. He talked to me and mentioned me being new, and was happy to see that I had an antenna. He was displeased that it was wet and soft, and easily bent. He did, however, admire my 'initiative' to 'play' and offered to personally find me a better one. We were on the way to do just that when I woke up.
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The Mind
Mainly a record of my more interesting dreams that I was able to remember after waking up. (Apparently my uncontrollable confessions, as well. In the form of poetry. All to the same man.)
If the boy who draws
lets you look over his shoulder.
If the poet
smiles
and shows you her words.
If the girl who sings for the shower only,
hums a song
in front of you.
Know that you’re no longer a person
but the air
and dust
that fills their lungs.
When the world perishes,
and all things cease to exist,
you’ll remain inside an ink stain,
a paint brush,
a song.
— Alaska Gold
lets you look over his shoulder.
If the poet
smiles
and shows you her words.
If the girl who sings for the shower only,
hums a song
in front of you.
Know that you’re no longer a person
but the air
and dust
that fills their lungs.
When the world perishes,
and all things cease to exist,
you’ll remain inside an ink stain,
a paint brush,
a song.
— Alaska Gold