tinhuvielartanis | Apr. 22nd, 2006

I meant to write about this yesterday, but didn't 'cos I'm stoopid.

I had two disturbing dreams night before last. The first one was about Aunt Tudi to go live with an old woman who had a pet goat. I was pretty pissed off about it and, when Aunt Tudi asked me to help her with her insulin shot, I told her she needed to do it herself since she was gonna be on her own pretty soon anyway. She started crying and so did I. I left her alone to go pet the goat.

Now, I told Aunt Tudi about this dream yesterday morning while we were headed down the road to Target. No sooner had I finished relaying the dream to her than I had to swerve to miss a GOAT in the road. It was the same colour as the goat in the dream. How weird is that?

Having part of my dream manifest like that gives me the major willies because of the other dream I had. I dreamt that Simon Le Bon had gone totally insane and, during a Duran Duran concert, he proceeded to skin a dog alive as "performance art" for the audience to enjoy. It was beyond gruesome. Why I would dream something like that, I don't know. My sleeping brain terrifies me. It's where Cadmus came from....it's a dark and dreadful dungeon.