I awake and groggy. Not to much stumbling but instinct had me at the computer to type. I just woke up from a multisequenced nightmare. This just does not happen very often. Usually I can just take it, awake and lay in the dark for a little while. The harder hit ones have me in the kitchen eating and drinking a little something while reassessing the world as it is. In other word it is still here. Today must be the result of a horse of a different color. Why? I’m writing to commit to memory. And fleshing out for your benefit. I don’t think it all was my mind’s reinterpretation of what my ears heard. Symbolism is there and icons to flesh out in both worlds.
A friend had me over to her house for dinner. The set up seemed Asian. There were bowls and bowls of chopped fresh vegetables, meats and sweet meats. I picked from the milieu what to cook and started setting up. Meanwhile her daughter played in the adjacent dining room while I watched the sweet breads my friend picked to start cooking. The only bowl I was able to focus my eye on was hers. The blurs of presumed bowled foods turned out to be insect beginnings and ends. Even the so-view rice was clean set bowl of larvae.
Scene change: I see my friend in her bedroom laying down. I am at the foot of the bed watching. There is a Caucasian man sprinkling what I thought was medicine at her feet as some male narrator explained to me what was happening. In the absurdity of it all, I thought he was sprinkling small macaroni over her ankles. The narrator corrected me. It was flesh eating larvae. As he said this the Caucasian man pulled away one of her toes clean of blood or bone.
Scene change: I’m on a train. It reminds me more of the trains I’ve seen on Rick Steve’s Europe on PBS.There are at least five of us. Forgive me I’m trying to remember through my minds eye and the details are dropping and fading away. So, I’m listening to the male and female couple talk. She is holding on to him for dear life. I look and it seems they are bound by a pair of hand cuffs. The cuffs break and he begins to leave, in a hurry that is. I seem to be leading him away from that car as she screams, yells and follows from behind. The train continues to move and the others stay back in that birth.
Scene change:This may have happened before the last scene change. When I woke up there was a firmly planted picture of a four leaf clover in my head. Not the green leafy kind but the two left sections of a highway. I start their in the air then drop below the highway into a grazing field. I seem well manicured and short up to the fence. Two other were there with me and then we all sensed danger. There were two or three alligator approaching is from the other side of the fence. They were huge like an over sized 300 pound being already savvy with commanding their tail. We didn’t run for some reason, tough I thought we’d die in the chase. The alligators spoke as well, but I forget what I heard. My two cohorts disappeared. One I think got eaten, the other disappeared and me, well, I tried to see my way out. I hammered one in the head with a red and black backpack. He finally backed off. As he curled off to the left I saw a bedroom superimposed over the field under the four leaf clover. The alligator was going down the hall. I tried to lodge the pack in the door, but it hit the alligator. He became more pissed, turned around and attacked. I woke to being above the highway before I felt teeth ripping flesh.
Not quite Attack of the Killer Tomatos but,
Thus and so, there it lay
Not that I wanted it to be that way,
but now I’ll get to sleep.
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