jeeff

you guys rule.

so it's almost bedtime. a good time for me to write about my dream last night. it freaked me out completely.

a bit of background: i only have nightmares. but they're good nightmares. scenarios i can enjoy, like being a james bond-esque secret agent trying to escape alaska with an army of skiing ninjas behind me. or trying to save the planet from marauding aliens. things like that. they're scary in a fun way, but very very intense, and like most nightmares, they often end on a bad note. i have an ongoing series of dreams about aliens taking over the world. so far humans aren't doing well.

back to my dream last night. this was kind of like the others, but much much more frightening. it took place in a city that many of my darker dreams are set in. the city doesn't have any cars anymore, they are all rusted and burnt-out hulks. the roads have given way to weeds & grass. there is a single lane left open for foot traffic, surrounded by shacks and old buildings. it's kind of like a barrio (sp?) in mexico. there are big factories with angry guards patrolling them.

in the dream i am wandering around. and i'm insane. i'm a completely drug-addled lunatic. i lurch around day & night through the tangled streets, talking to myself, trying to eat dirt, screaming at kids, breaking into buildings, passing out everywhere. i'm desperate for food, water, drugs, shelter, but i'm completely unable to get any of them.

and thats the entire dream. it's like being drunk & high times a million. there is no little voice in my head saying "this isn't the real you." logic departed, and the dream seemed to last for days. i was truly insane the entire time.

i don't really know what to think about the experience. i'm just hoping that it doesn't come back tonight.