I had a strange dream the other night. It’s a bit on the grotesque side so you may wish to skip this one and tune in again tomorrow, my Hordeling.
I don’t quite remember the start of the dream.
The part I do remember is that I was somehow part of a giant blob of flesh, struggling to separate myself out of it. There were other people in the ball of flesh and we were all in one big swirl, each of us trying to make sure we didn’t get ‘mixed’ with the other people and struggling to get out.
I kept trying to get the different parts of my body to coalesce into my normal form, while I had mouths and eyes and ears and limbs floating by. I could feel all of the flesh around me and my efforts to pull myself out of it. I mean actually feel the tactile sensation of it.
I feel things in my dreams. I remember in one dream that I was riding in the back of a car, staring out the window. The sun was shining through the window and I could feel the heat. There was someone in the backseat next to me smoking a cigarette. They were careless and the lit tip of the cigarette touched my arm and I felt it burn me. That woke me up, too.
I have full visuals in my dreams, but I can’t read anything. I try to read things a lot. Whatever words are there sort of make sense, but if I really concentrate on them, they don’t make sense at all. This causes me to sped a lot of time in my dream state trying to read the same thing over and over.
I hear things in my dreams. Usually it comes down to either speech or music. Often, with the music, I’m fairly certain it isn’t music I’ve heard in the waking world. That’s interesting since I have no musical talent whatsoever. So if my Muse is writing music in my sleep, it’d be nice if she’d transfer that talent to my waking life.
I don’t recall ever smelling anything in my dreams, but no big surprise there since I have no sense of smell. I don’t taste in my dreams either. I’m not sure if that’s because the two are strongly related in the ‘real world’. Maybe my dreaming brain can’t recreate tastes from lack of being able to associate them with dream smells?
Anyway, I remember struggling and pulling myself free, through great effort, out of the big flesh ball. It was weird (and kind of disgusting) watching the remaining people stuck in the blob of flesh and not being able to escape it.
I know there was something more to the dream after escaping the blob of flesh, but the dogs started barking at the garbage truck pulling up to the house to collect the trash and woke me up.
Somehow I’m sure this will make its way into a story.
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