I was at my mother’s house in the kitchen. I was looking for something. I don’t recall what it was. I opened a cabinet door under the sink and saw a weird pale green throbbing branch under there.
I called her attention to the branch. She said it was a humanoid plant that was growing there. I stared at her for a while and then said, “What?” She told me that it was a female of some sort. It was half human/half plant. It had grown from my little brother’s cells.
Then my little brother was there. He said yeah. He told me that the creature had bones and wasn’t sure if it could move. My mom said she didn’t want to remove it from under the cabinets. I stared at the creature’s throbbing limbs. A green slime dripped on the bottom of the cabinet.
Then someone had a small octopus in their hand. It was green and yellow also like the plant creature. They pulled on the outside of the octopus and ripped the flesh off of it until bones and guts remained covered with a green slime.
I started struggling and making some noise. I woke up and the cat was next to me on the bed. She was standing there looking down on me.
I was in a white room that was dully illuminated. A courier passed a package to me. The package was white on the outside with only a very minute bit of text. The package was from Trans.
Inside was some sort of smart phone/cell phone, but it was in pieces. David Lynch appeared before me as a semi-really there-but not hologram. He was instructing several people across the matrix on how to assemble this device.
I looked down in my hand and there was a very strange soldering iron. After a few minutes of installing a microchip, I looked up and David Lynch was instructing someone in the matrix who had questions.
I dislike that certain music can bring back certain memories. I wish there was a way to overwrite them. This leads me into one of the dreams from this morning:
I just changed the locks on my house in the dream (as in reality). I was laying in bed trying to sleep. There was a commotion as someone was trying a key in each door. They got the partially door unlocked and were trying to force themselves into the house.
I jumped out of bed and yelled, “Who the hell is there?” It was my ex husband that I hadn’t seen in in 4 years. Through the crack of the open door, he stood there 6’2” and 140 lbs. His long mousy black hair against his pallid anorexic shoulders. His black bangs against his brow like some forgotten 80’s rockstar.
He asked if he could crash at my place. I said no. He said it would be my fault if he had to squat under road overpasses and outside. I didn’t care. He was bat shit crazy the last time that I saw him, I couldn’t risk letting him inside.
I woke up feeling violated from my dream. The inner-peace of my blankets and darkroom was lost.
I dreamed of Gunhead. The world was a glitchy place and posterized. It reminded me of the coloring in A Scanner Darkly.
cruisingwithgunhead said: What of me?
Answer: You were just there.
Dream from yesterday morning:
I was driving down to Detroit for the Detroit Electronic Music Festival / DEMF. I passed a sky blue Chevy Astro minivan that had no windows. There were two desktop computer speakers attached to the dashboard inside of the minivan.
I thought that the driver looked familiar.
Then later, I was walking down the street towards the music festival. There was this guy in a slate blue hoodie carrying a bag of gear. He looked so familiar.
I said to him, “Screwhead?”
He looked at me. I said, “It is Ren.”
He said he was performing at the DEMF. He asked me what I wanted to talk about on direct message the other night. He was looking at my hoodie. I had the hood up and only my bangs were showing. I took it down and he saw that the rest of my hair was still there. He said, “Oh.” I said that yeah, it wasn’t about my hair. In the dream, it seemed like he thought I was mostly bald under the hoodie.
We chatted about things as we walked together.
Then I woke up.
