Cheers. I've been having some vivid dreams lately, so I thought I may as well post them in some sort of entertaining (at least for myself) fashion. Unfortunately there's bound to be some boring ones, or forgotten ones, those ones last night were strangely lucid. Luckily for everyone I omitted the Oedipus style dream I had where I got my mother pregnant, replete with intercourse, erm, until now. Anyway, it's as much a repository for myself as a hopeful stab at entertainment for others:
Last night I dreamed in fragments of a bigger picture.
The first fragment, driving recklessly on an unbounded highway. The highway wound directionless atop soaring dolomite columns, a frosted coat the only inkling of natural forces otherwise free from this desolate realm.
The second fragment, an earnest discussion on meteorology with a friend, or maybe a stranger. They couldn't understand how the clouds had gotten to this state, raining not water, but some other substance, perhaps, considering the prevailing landscape, methane. I willingly explained the dynamics of cloud formation. He looked at me, bewildered, as if my response left more questions than answers. As if I hadn't even understood his concern at all. As if I was too cowardly to see his true question, blinded by what I knew was certain.
The third and final fragment, the same icy landscape. Roads criss-cross the hills, oblivious to the scarring inflicted on their parents. I walk with a friend, perhaps the same one, searching for the right direction to travel. He reminds me that it doesn't matter, I’ll find no answers, just more choices.
