i dream I have a large family, a father and younger brother (who talks too much) and my mother and i.... we move into this large old mansion with a maid and everything... and then the world begins to crumble. everyone outside our mansion is dying, or perhaps it's just everyone on our property who's possessed, but we're the last four that haven't been corrupted. we gather in the ballroom together as the ground shakes and moans, and we see through the windows zombies crawling towards us, and ghosts and vampires are in our dining room, and the maid is able to keep a decent conversation with us as she tempts us to join them, but her demon face flashes on and off, until she slides away to feed the guests. it's some unexplainable force that eventually does us in. my father and brother are taken by it, this invisible hand that squeezes them until they're gone, then it's just me and my mom huddled together, whispering, hoping that somehow they've forgotten about us, then the hand grips us, too, and our very chest cavities are squeezed once, twice, then i'm woken up by AIR.
good morning.
good morning.
juliana:
I certainly hope that goes in the files for some picture-making. I rarely remember my dreams anymore ... which is a shame really, since I often wish I could just write like I do when I write my dreams.