dreaming beneath the waves

[readingthedark]

I tend not to post dreams because people who know me in real life don't always get it, but imago1 wrote one down late last night about trashing a hotel room rockstar-style, so I feel like I have permission.

Forty-five minutes ago, I woke from a dream where I was piloting a giant sea monster underwater. It felt somewhat like driving an eighteen wheeler, though I have never driven an eighteen wheeler. I didn't feel wet, but the cab I was sitting in felt fleshy. We were moving rapidly but I don't know where we were going.

I was singing a song that most likely went, "Trampled by dawn, sweet festering hole in me..." though "sweet" may have been "weak," I couldn't tell for sure partially because the acoustics were odd. Perhaps I was singing two verses at the same time.

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[imago1.livejournal.com]

"...but imago1 wrote one down late last night about trashing a hotel room rockstar-style, so I feel like I have permission."

You make me feel like the Pope!!

Sweet festering holes...probably going to steal that.

[readingthedark.livejournal.com]

All yours to steal, Royal Pontiff.

[imago1.livejournal.com]

Now I'm thinking of The Cure's Lullaby. Off to youtube.

[readingthedark.livejournal.com]

If I can make everyone think of The Cure once or twice a day, I've done some good in the world. I just wish Jimi Hendrix had lived to join The Cure. It would've been even better than The Cure and Jimi separately, I'm sure of it.