I dreamed I was helping a ruthless assassin. We waited in victims’ homes, and while I made chit chat she hid in the closet waiting to pounce. She carried a giant suit case with all of her tools.
I dreamed of hugging my mother again, after months of having seen her through an iPhone screen and having had the Atlantic Ocean between us. I dreamed of doing a walk on the beach with her, one of our favorite ritual in summer nights, and the taste of home.
My uncles ghost appeared and nobody could see him but me and I was so happy I immediately went to go hug him and I would just go right through him, I cried and asked him what was going on and he didn’t talk or move he just stood there smiling and then just disappeared and I was left balling my eyes out.
I dreamt I was at the United Oil gas station on Sunset Blvd, the one with the blue mosaic, when two aggro blondes came in and tried to hustle the cashier who was both woman and man and definitely flirting with me. There was tension but eventually they left. I paid, went outside, crossed the street and got huitlacoche tacos from three sturdy women. They wore green, pink, orange. Gazing upward it became clear that the moon was actually just a glowing circle on a big screen above the gas prices.
I am in an empty white room. There are a man and a woman looking at me. I don’t know how old they are. They introduce themselves as Elder Brother and Younger Sister. They are Death, and so am I. They tell me a soul is waiting for us to take it. It is snowing in Mexico. There is a man in the woods, and his hunting dogs bark and whine at him as he bleeds in the snow. I cannot take his soul. I know him, I loved him. He is older now, but he recognizes me. Who am I?
I dreamt that I was lying in a field filled w/ white now starring in the eyes of a red fox. That day- I took the backroads home & when turning a corner, a Fox was in the middle of the road looking in my direction & as I got closer it ran off into a field w/ another fox.
i dreamt i drove back to where i was before and the snow started piling up again, in the middle of july. you were sleeping in my bed when i arrived.
I’m waiting in a sanctuary, there’s stained glass windows, long aisles of red carpet and empty pews all facing the front. At the front there is a one throne for the Queen. I’m under the throne peeking out from behind one of the legs. I’m a mouse. I know I’m the Queen’s mouse. I never see the Queen. I don’t know what I’m waiting for or why I have to be quiet. I don’t know what this means.
My family and I follow a man back to his house. He is getting nervous. We park at the top of the hill and come down to feed his cats while he is gone.
There’s nothing like the stillness of the morning.
at a scary version of the zoo. we all have huge feet like trolls. the animal cages are all deep pits like looking down into a well and i think there are people down in there, sounds like kids. nobody believes me so i sneak inside the pit.
I crossed a bridge from America to London, where I was pregnant & went to an art museum & was surrounded by swimming pools in pastel light which I could not swim in.
I dreamt of photos of you, black and white and some in color, taken by someone else. M and I this summer, they were titled. Somehow the way she used “M” was more a breach of our sacred bond than the images of your togetherness. In the photos you kissed, smiled, shared your beauty the way you once did with me. Still bashful in front of a camera, still handsome and serious and smiling.
I am walking down the isle at my parents second wedding when i trip over myself and fall to the ground. a guest sitting near me helps me up. i’m holding and balancing a very full martini.
In my dream I am driving fast through a forested area with a large dog in my car. The dog can speak and tells me he needs to catch a flight to his job, and we are late. We arrive to the airport but the plane has already left. I get a phone call from my sister, who is apparently the dog’s boss, and she yells at me.
A loud voice shouts at me to paint an onion.
I’m at my therapists office. She’s very old and fat. I specifically note how fat she was. We are in the bathroom and she has this little machine with a wheel on it and she’s talking about sexual touch and turning the wheel on my inner forearm. She’s shaking and can’t really hold the machine so she calls in this woman, her assistant or something to help.
She shows off to the assistant this pendant I had given her. I don’t recognize the pendant. Either it’s not the one I gave her or I’ve never given her a pendant before. It’s a gold oval locket with a saint on it and it’s thick for no reason. I keep repeating “I was assaulted” “I was assaulted”. As I hear my words being said I realize it means rape or something but I’m trying to say held at gunpoint or similar. They say that assaulted can mean that.
The therapist is now moving around some drawings that I assume her patients have made. One catches my eyes. It’s a flag of sorts. A rectangle divided in three, with each section painted red, yellow and green. In each section there is a black and white symbol. I can’t only remember one: an Easter Island head.
My ex’s family want me back but he doesnt. Then Hozier tells the ex he’s a fool and that I should be with him instead.
In love with someone younger from school. She brings me into the bathroom and tells me this really evil girl will not allow us to be seen together. I say I’m down to keep seeing her in secret.