five thousand shades of blue
Friday, March 01, 2002
We are in a house, sumptuously beautiful yet strangely empty, wandering around through the dimly amber lit, velvet burgundy rooms. I have the distinct feeling that something is missing -- like it is a beautiful shell with no soul. Suddenly, we're in a cavernous dining room, only there are extravagant swingset swings and an enormous exotic rug where the table would be. Swinging away at cross angles to one another, I notice suddenly that the rug has seams like a trapdoor and I wonder
how did I miss this before? The floor opens over a narrow, deep pit and my swinging arc suddenly dips down into the hole, and I curve back up and around in a complete circle like we only dreamed of doing as kids until I'm in the pit and going down, down, down.
I knew it was too good to be true as we stand in the room at the bottom of the pit, which is awfully reminiscent of servants' quarters. I peer out into the hallway to see a large, fleshy column filling the doorway at the end of the hallway that connects these two rooms and I realize that it's the arm of a very, very large baby.
I have no idea what it means, really. It's been a while since I dreamt like this. I think I have been too depressed to dream lately, or at least to be able to remember my dreams.
Half-blinking and bleary eyed, I pulled myself out of bed this morning at 5:33 am and stretched my shoulders back and felt the cracklepop in my ribcage. I don't recall ever hearing such a noise eminate from just near my sternum and for a moment I was certain I had broken myself.
is
this just not enough…?
