I keep a dream journal and while my dreams themselves are too sophisticated in the mundane they aren’t totally incomprehensible. The best entries are the shortest, a mix of sleep, dream and the indescribable:
Dec 27- I’m two blond twins, nearly done with splitting in two- cytokineses makes us mumble incoherently , both of us have orange pupils colored like a bulb filament with none of the warmth.
January 16- We’re around something. I see that it’s armored and think praise has made too much of it.
October 3- In traffic, long curvy cues of cars, I follow the line in my head and get dizzy. The world twists and turns while my mind went the same way. I drank honey, lemon and pepper and it made my throat feel weird and golden while the world broke.
October 23- On the road; navigating. Someone wants to cross over and someone else jokes about the virtues of staying on the middle path. A truck rushes through him while he jokes, and he turns into a tail like shadow behind it.
Nov 6- Draw a mirror with someones soul trapped in it. D says it’s a great drawing. I say yes, it’s you in there after all.
Nov 23- Hold court, defeat, happiness- keep waiting. For what exactly?