Bizarro Dreams - Calamari
I dreamed the other night I was a tiny purple octopus/squid. No, I'm not on drugs. Well recreational ones anyhow. I am on some metroprolol and nitro just in case the ticker gets out of rhythm.
I was on a brief hiatus from the site, for a bit, seeing how my body decided to experiment with how well I would function without a regular heart rate, and a tumor in my chest. Who knew a toonie sized tumor would wreak such havoc on my 44 year old body. I surely didn't. But I didn't come here to talk about that.
I came to talk about the cute little octopus/squid I was in my dream last night. Here in my minds eye, I was following myself around a number of maze like obstacles, with my tiny tentacles and my wide eyes. I was pretty cute, if I may say so myself. Now, I'm not entirely certain what this dream is trying to inform my conscience of, but it's a heck of a lot better than some of the others I've had.
Until about middle of the dream.
During this maze of confusion, and my trying to make it who knows where, comes a sound of large crunching. Like the walls are being eaten away by some ferocious predator, who is also coming to eat the maze I'm in. Five bucks says that if I were to have recorded myself last night, I was probably grinding my teeth and that's where the crunching came from, but that's just a guess.
The crunching came to a crescendo, and just when I thought my cute little octopi/squid was a goner, the alarm began clanging.
Saved by the bell. I sure as Sam Hill hope I don't resume the dream where it left off last night. I don't want to be someone's calamari.
You need to be logged in to comment