When I dream about nasty, filthy shit filled toilets I know there is some crap in my head that needs to get out. No laxative required! It’s gonna come out even if I don’t want it to. Good thing I have a therapist as a mental laxative. Sheshhh! I’ve been dreaming about going out on a boat and getting caught in the middle of a storm. The boat gets washed up on the shore and I’m stranded on a small piece of land about 100 feet from the shore. The only problem is, if I want to get to the larger land I have to swim through snake and alligator infested waters. I go from being on a storm tossed Russian fishing boat to being in an alligator infested swamp within seconds of the dream starting. Having lived in Texas and Florida I know better than to chance swimming even 5 feet across waters with gators or crocks. This last dream I somehow found myself with another survivor from the fishing boat. He or she was on the larger land but we couldn’t hear each other even though we were so close.The sun was shining and the sky was clear. I had plenty of fresh vegetation and I didn’t seem to be upset that I was stranded. Maybe I was use to it by then and being on a small strip of land in the middle of the swamp seemed like home. I was relaxed and chewing on a vine of grapes (which you won’t find in the swamp). Another strange twist was that the dream turned and the other survivor and I were inside a make shift wooden house with 15 other survivors. We were all waiting to be rescued. No one feared being stranded there forever. I didn’t know these people, not from the boat or anywhere else. We all seemed to get along just fine. Understandably people were bored and just sitting around talking and playing cards. We were all dressed and clean inside a make shift home atop a small strip of land in the middle of that same ocean. I dream this often save the other people. I’m not sure why it’s a Russian fishing boat though. The way the moon hits the water and the clouds streak the sky is one breathtaking scene just before the waves come and toss the boat like a second hand rag doll.
I slept from 3am to a few minutes before 9am. I don’t feel rested at all. I feel rather sick inside but not to the point that I feel like skipping therapy. The windy, cloudy day won’t make me feel any better but a nice, hot cup of Folgers will. Coffee time!
Me
More Brain Vomit with Emotional Diarrhea Looming In the Distance</strong>
28 November 2005
11:30 AM
Wow. Right here you look utterly and complete bored! Someone throw a PIE or something
In response to your comment on my recent poetry posting “As Civilization Cumbles”, yes it’s mine.
You write poetry too?