I’ve had some crazy dreams, but I have to tell you about the one I had last night! Nothing leading up to the action whatsoever… I’m running. Running. And I hear footsteps behind me and heavy growling and breathing. I’m not exactly sure what is chasing me, but I think it it’s either tigers or wolves. I run to the edge of a rocky cliff and look down. Water! I can do this… so long as I jump out far enough to clear the jutting earth, I can get away. A powerful leap! I clamp my fingers on my nose right before I hit water, slide in like a seal, swim to the top…
…and then I’m running.
And I hear footsteps behind me. I get to the cliff once again only this time, the water is much farther away. It’s a LONG way down, but as the footsteps and growling grow closer, I’m pretty sure I can do this. I jump far enough to clear the rocks, and hold my nose the second before I hit the water. I’m ALIVE! I swim to the top…
…and then I’m running.
And I hear footsteps behind me. When I get to the cliff the water is like a mile away, you guys. Sadly, I know there’s no way any human could survive this. I turn and look behind me and I see eyes. LOTS of eyes coming from snarling animals. I wonder which death will be most painful right before I jump…
… and then I wake up.
So there you go dream interpreters. Explain that mess!
And then I go to the ‘escape the 80’s house’ today and shit just got real walls are coming down. I wonder how these two traumatic things intertwine, of if they even do.
