October 26, 2005

• On the subject of dreams (inspired by skwrl)...  the following is a dream that I've dreamt on numerous occasions, oftentimes when I'm sick and on the verge of my fever breaking.  This version is the most vivid and crazy:

  
  

  So, I'm an elf at Santa's village and I'm doing my thing on the assembly line, making toys and what not.  Suddenly something goes wrong and the toys start dumping on me.  It's slow at first and it gets faster and faster.  It gets too fast for me to push them away or off me.  Before I know it I'm under a sky-high pile of toys.  The weight becomes unbearable and even before the fear of death from smothering hits me, I realize that I must be dead under all these toys.  But even from this dead state, I'm aware of this awesome pressure that's weighing down on my now completely flattened body. 

  
  

  I wake up from this dream completely sweating and tired.  But after that, I'm usually on the path to wellness.

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