last night was a busy one for dreams.
first i had a series of dreams of my home town, my family.
then a dream where i was chosen to play Robin in a stand-alone film; i played him with a scottish accent, found a terrible criminal, beat the shit out of him b/c the cops weren't going to, then ran from the police.
in the next dream my brother confronted me for my use of violence, then i went back through all the prior dreams and, in a fury, excoriated all innocent bystanders who refused to witness the injustices in the world.
a very dangerous night.
- walking through a hostile brooklyn neighbourhood (though we found a kitten shrine)
- in a beautiful national park, running away from a surging flash flood
- a fun open-world game, a mix of thief, winback, and mgs. i'm discovered, chased, cornered, and kira nerys rescues me.
a woman i'm crushing on is posted in the military, in the campground i visit often. i take pictures of tall grasses shorn evenly in half. i meet the woman. we, well. the next day, she's several months pregnant. i visit the campsite but a dark & terrifying tornado hits. i hide under a coffee table from my parents' place; she is swept away. the storm clears, i want coffee, am (as usual) disappointed there's only tim hortons.
what i'm saying is it's good that therapy starts again tomorrow.
followed up with a dream in my childhood home of 20 years~
we were having our christmas party with several guests; the dining room was full of life and movement, the kitchen was a wreck. the latter bothered me more than anything so i left and walked around my neighbourhood, wondering – within the dream – how this dream recapitulated my life, my therapy, the art that i consume/want to make. returning home, only my mum was left in the empty house, she noticed i looked tired and angry.
watching the first ever simpsons halloween episode. homer j simpson / philip j fry is dead, and we watch as he gradually descends into an interminable, barren sadness as the empty house around him, his only haunt, all that he cares about, endures into a desolate, dusty, lonely eternity.
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