Théâtre du Subconscient
Oct. 12th, 2002 02:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nfotxnI've had a few unusual dreams lately. I'm a person who usually only remembers them for a short period when I wake up so recalling them later is difficult.
Earlier this week I dreamed I had to save a pile of blue cichlids which upon closer inspection were shaped like blue organic scissors and stablers. The scissors would open and close and they breathed. Very visual.
Last night was the most disturbing. I imagined I was in Toronto on a street car in the rain during rush hour. At the stop was my estranged step father who boarded the street car. I asked what he was doing here and he replied that he was trying to hide from me and would not have boarded if it weren't raining so heavily. This is where it gets sketchy. Suddenly he falls out the door of the car and is mutilated by the wheels. I get out and I grieve his dis-membered body.
Heavy.
Earlier this week I dreamed I had to save a pile of blue cichlids which upon closer inspection were shaped like blue organic scissors and stablers. The scissors would open and close and they breathed. Very visual.
Last night was the most disturbing. I imagined I was in Toronto on a street car in the rain during rush hour. At the stop was my estranged step father who boarded the street car. I asked what he was doing here and he replied that he was trying to hide from me and would not have boarded if it weren't raining so heavily. This is where it gets sketchy. Suddenly he falls out the door of the car and is mutilated by the wheels. I get out and I grieve his dis-membered body.
Heavy.
