Dreams

I’m clearly not used to this new blog. It all feels very strange and surreal. But the only way of getting that horrible new car smell off, is... posting. How about some true & real dreams this time.

I dreamt I was standing on a platform, waiting for a train. There we were, I and a whole bunch of obscene idiots... all jittering away. The women were very sexy. Finally, the train arrived, but it was a very short one, passing the waiting people on the platform, so we all had to walk quickly to get it. We were too late. It drove off before our very eyes, the train made up of a whole lot of fluorescent violet Volkswagen Beetles.

Then I was walking with my bike in my hand. I carried a dead hare in my hands, one I had found on the road. A dead hare with his head split in two. I closely studied the animal’s wounds, the cleanly cut open head, revealing a not all that bloody inside. (I know you cleverpants are miles ahead of me, but the whole vulvamorphic symbolism thing had escaped me till long after.) I carried the corpse for a while before tying it under the elastic straps of the bike. Then, a mysterious labyrintic building was blocking my way. I had to move through all kinds of starship enterprisian halls to get to the other side. I didn’t succeeded; most doors were closed.