Whenever I remember my dreams, I often remember how non-sequitur they are and it seems like it's on purpose. And the stuff that threads together is so batshit I just don't bother trying to make sense of it. Last night was something about a mustard trail that led to a winding river or catfish whiskers but then the dreams told me that if I walked in an octagon I could summon the brain fluid of three space shuttles.
Just random-ass stuff that wants to be random-ass probably because I don't like random-ass unless it's, like, Space Dandy or Happy Tree Friends.
Also I have a tendency to bound. Like... not fly, but jump incredibly high and far as a preferred method of transportation. I guess. It's weird. It's this rush of adrenaline with the knowledge that you have to land.
I used to have the same recurring dream where I'd fall in a crowd and be carried out by a figure in a mask but that was when I was a teenager and lonely, I think.
Just random-ass stuff that wants to be random-ass probably because I don't like random-ass unless it's, like, Space Dandy or Happy Tree Friends.
Also I have a tendency to bound. Like... not fly, but jump incredibly high and far as a preferred method of transportation. I guess. It's weird. It's this rush of adrenaline with the knowledge that you have to land.
I used to have the same recurring dream where I'd fall in a crowd and be carried out by a figure in a mask but that was when I was a teenager and lonely, I think.