Every time I eat spaghetti I feel drunk, even when I get the non-gluten noodles, and this time I also had an exhausting night of nonstop nightmares, with moments of beauty. I remember now why I never eat it.
One of the dreams involved me having a baby, which I abandoned to run off and join a satanist cult, called the Intuits, in a big spooky white house and their eyes swirled around and shit. They got pissed though if you asked if they worshiped the devil, its not the devil they would say, its ogres. When I asked what the difference is they said it was all in the pressure points...
But their recruiter man was very excited and charming and assured me I could come and go as I please, he actually reminded me of the guy on the street corner in Portland who charmed me into joining Save the Children...
Earlier in the night, (in a dream) after I had forced myself out of this bad man's house using one of his creepy torture knives and been rescued by my sister's (i don't have a sister) get-away car, I dreamed we were driving through a road in the woods and the trees were blooming and making a flower canopy above us. It was fucking awesome. Then things were nice for a while, I was shopping I think, and my pregnant friend Jessie was the shop girl and she was keeping her little chihuahua in a shoe for a cage and that was weird but not scary.
Then I and this posse were walking off along a river for a really long time then we realized we had no shoes and couldn't walk home so we had to hitch a ride with the bad man and his side kick who had tried to kid nap me earlier, only this time my dad was with him and they were friends, I think they fought chickens together or something. I was drinking water from a mason jar and I told the sleazy little side kick that if he touched me I would whack him in the face with my jar until it broke and then get the biggest shard of glass I could find and cut him up. Then I woke up and my body hurt from all the tension. Not very restful.
One of the dreams involved me having a baby, which I abandoned to run off and join a satanist cult, called the Intuits, in a big spooky white house and their eyes swirled around and shit. They got pissed though if you asked if they worshiped the devil, its not the devil they would say, its ogres. When I asked what the difference is they said it was all in the pressure points...
But their recruiter man was very excited and charming and assured me I could come and go as I please, he actually reminded me of the guy on the street corner in Portland who charmed me into joining Save the Children...
Earlier in the night, (in a dream) after I had forced myself out of this bad man's house using one of his creepy torture knives and been rescued by my sister's (i don't have a sister) get-away car, I dreamed we were driving through a road in the woods and the trees were blooming and making a flower canopy above us. It was fucking awesome. Then things were nice for a while, I was shopping I think, and my pregnant friend Jessie was the shop girl and she was keeping her little chihuahua in a shoe for a cage and that was weird but not scary.
Then I and this posse were walking off along a river for a really long time then we realized we had no shoes and couldn't walk home so we had to hitch a ride with the bad man and his side kick who had tried to kid nap me earlier, only this time my dad was with him and they were friends, I think they fought chickens together or something. I was drinking water from a mason jar and I told the sleazy little side kick that if he touched me I would whack him in the face with my jar until it broke and then get the biggest shard of glass I could find and cut him up. Then I woke up and my body hurt from all the tension. Not very restful.