Dreamlog: 10.27.03
I occasionally have dreams where I’m in water.
In no way shape or form was I inspired for these dreams by looking over Magician/Healer’s shoulder as he qc’ed the code on his new skins while in my room over the weekend.
In last night’s dream, I found myself sinking slowly in spite of the extraordinary density and viscosity of the liquid that I was in. I should have been lighter overall and floated upwards but instead, I sank. The sticky goo, clear and slightly opalescent blue smeared over my eyes until they changed colors. I could see myself with pearly blue eyes and thought to myself “Wow, freaky clubby cool kinda. Or like that one star trek episode… the pilot episode I think. Beep Beep.”
My contacts stayed intact apparently. Sliding into my ears, small bubbles popped as it squirmed deeper into the maze that leads into my brain. It oozed into my nose. Most unpleasant.
As I opened my mouth in one last ditch effort to scream for help, I found it tasted like champaign jello. With some effort I was able to mold a bubble around me of the stuff. I sank no further, nor did I float up to the surface. I decided to hum songs as I waited for some jello fish to float by and hopefully loft me upwards.
What on earth could this have meant?
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