Night
I can't sleep. It's not so bad. I actually enjoy sitting in the dark in my apartment. It's strangely peaceful.
I'm not kidding...that could easily be interpreted as sarcasm, but it's not. I really do enjoy that.
I like night time and sleeping and dreaming. I can't believe I was ever scared of the dark. The dark is the no-stress zone. Sleep is bizarre and is usually much more interesting than my real life.
A couple of nights ago, I dreamed there was a nuclear war. I was at this weird house that was on my bus route as a kid (a kid who lived there grew up and killed somebody...he's in jail now). I looked at the horizon, and there was a HUGE Eclipse on the horizon...it filled up half the sky, framed by this long corridor of trees. It looked exactly like the eclipse from the show Heroes. Then, I watched the eclipse fall from the sky in a gray, cloudy haze. Somehow, I figured out that the fire in the sky had something to do with a nuclear explosion. Everybody piled out of whatever vehicle I was in and started moving toward an old, abandoned nuclear power plant that seemed to appear next to us. This reminded me of the power plant that the people flee to in 30 days of Night.
Everybody was going to this structure to seek shelter from the radiation, but I realized that I didn't have any of my stuff. I knew we'd be in there a long time, and I wanted to grab some basic stuff (clothes, toiletries, etc). Nobody else seemed concerened about those petty things.
I decided to forgo my trip home and headed inside the structure. But I was a little too late...everybody had already filed in, and I didn't know where they went. I was getting scared that I'd never find them at all. Then, I stumbled on a lost woman, and we both started looking for the rest of the crowd. All of a sudden, three black dogs jumped out at me, but they were nice dogs. They followed us around as we searched. I followed the sound of voices, and I found the room the crowd was in, but I they were up on some sort of bleachers or something, and I couldn't figure out how to get up to them.
It was a weird dream.

5 Comments:
My dream machine is working!!!
boy, that dream is just begging for some freudian interpretations . . .
Do the dogs represent my penis?
kind of . . . I think I've read that dogs can represent children, which is definitely connected to your penis.
For example, the dogs might represent a need to express a maternal instinct. But dogs also, more broadly, represent sources of male energy . . . meaning, areas where one is anxious because more attention needs to be focused there.
Either way, the glove fits. Gee, I wonder what the end of the world scenario could represent to you?
What an awesome dream.
Then again, it all could just be the result of a bad burrito.
Areas where I need to focus more attention...well, I've definitely ignored nuclear proliferation of late.
I've also ignored the spreading of my seed.
And, I do eat a lot of burritos.
Well, thanks for the insight, stranger.
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