Dreamlog 3.08.05
True sign that you’re sick:
when you start having dreams about being a compulsive video-poker gambler.
And your mom keeps on winning more than you.
And then she totally forgets the fact that you smoke
Because you’re celebrating getting 3 cherries.
And you can hear gears whirling into place so you pick the slot machines that have a cherry aura around them.
And Edward Norton buys you a cocktail to say congrats
And you wake up within the dream and you’re belllyaching and convulsing so badly that you think someone gave you the plague. You run to the bathroom and you start vomiting and there’s a bit of blood in it.
And you think to yourself “Wait, if I were coughing that up, it’d be the smokes, if I’m upchucking that, then it most be gastritis. Again. No big surprise.”
And then after sleeping for a few more hours you start dreaming again.
And someone’s tongue that you know starts turning into a thin, sharp, whip.
So that every time you talk to them your face and nose get lightly slashed
Like a slew of invisible paper cuts.
But no one believes you
And then you wonder if you’re going mad.
Again.

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