Sometimes you have no doubt that dreams are little more than mental static, because I can find absolutely no meaning or relevance in having my legs very viscerally shot to pieces because I took a couple potatoes I found growing on a tree.
And yes, I’m well aware potatoes don’t grow on trees. Tell it to my subconscious. While you’re at it, tell it to freaking cool it with the endless blood and gore, will you?
February 22nd, 2007 at 11:01 am
My subconscious tortures me as well. If I’m not constantly bombarded with blood and gore, then I’m having dreams of being alone, living in a dilapidated house with a million cats breeding out of control. I find these dreams a little odd because in no way, am I a crazy cat lady, period!
But, every now and then I’ll have a really kick-ass dream. Just wish I had more of the wake up rejuvenated dreams than the wake up, “What the F dreams?!?”