dreams

Y Halo Thar, 7 AM. How YOU doon?

~ Bon Steele ~ Leave a comment

Have you ever woken up from a dream so intense, so detailed that you felt the need – heck, felt compelled to write it down?

That was this morning for me. I got most of it written down, for which I am grateful. Usually life intrudes while I am doing that – and then the dream slips away, gone forever.
THIS dream, though? This dream, I got the bulk of. I think it is going to make an awesome story. I don’t know what kind. I had to make my brain shut up while I was writing so I wouldn’t lose any details. Flash fiction? A not-so-children’s story?  It was very visual, this dream. Lots and lots of images that told part of the story.

I guess I will ponder it some more while I am going about my day, today. For now, coffee. MUST.HAVE.COFFEE.

I found this image on the internet, years ago. If anyone knows the creator, please tell me and I will happily credit them.
shuffle, shamble

I need help.

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Everyone dreams. Most people have odd dreams. Me? Every now and again my brain throws up. No, seriously. Brainus vomitus. I am almost positive its a medical condition. No one right dreams the shit that I do.
I have some of the oddest dreams that I know of. Sometimes they are violent, most of the time they are just strange. For example, last night’s gem:

I was an extra/actor for a movie being filmed somewhere near a giant rain forest. Large plants. Lots of flying bugs. Misty rain. The occasional dinosaur.
I was waiting in line to get my make up done and watching all the other folks get there’s done. D was there. They had just put the finishing touches on his getup: Skin-tight silver body suit. Big giant goth-dark, rainbow clown afro. With sparkles.Big shiny ones. Makeup like those assholes in that show, Cats; or Lion-o meets Naruto and they have a love-child and that child goes out for Broadway.* He looked deeply disgusted and was yanking off the wig when I woke up.


* – no, not kidding. Jesus, what is WRONG with me?

See the Turtle of ENORMOUS girth!

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Sometimes my imagination and the RW collide in weird ways.

I have been re-reading the Tower series by el Steven King. I have reached the final book – in fact, stayed up way too late last night with the reader’s conundrum….”Just one more page, one more chapter. Then I’ll put it down!”

Uh-huh.

At 2, I finally wrested myself away from the damn book and got to sleep. *snurgle, snuggle, whuffle, wheeeeeeeeeeeze*

ALARM: Blat! Blat!
CAT: Blat! BLAT!
Me: *hides*

At any rate, got me and the Girlie up. Hygiened and dressed. Out the door. Down to car. And here is where the reality of this world and my admittedly overactive imagination smacked together. Behind my car a hopscotch grid was chalked, surrounded by stars, comets and caged planets. Let me tell you, that sucker stopped me cold for a second. I shook it off after a few and came into work. But what are the odds, man?*


* – probably pretty good, actually. But still. I thought about looking around for a sign that if there would likely read “Have you seen our cat? Her fur changes color every so often but she is a good cat. Goes by the name “mare”! Reward if found!”