V.25 No.24 | 06/16/2016
Dream Blog #363
By Megan Reneau [ Wed Jun 22 2016 11:22 AM ]
I'm standing in a cave with water flowing in and out. The tide is coming in but I'm not panicking, in fact, I'm enjoying myself. I'm playing with a mysterious animal. I think it's an eel, but I can't see anything except the torso because the animal wants to be petted. It's dark and slimy and squirming and keeps slipping out of my arms, which can barely wrap around the torso.
There is no direct light, just what little comes in from the outside. I can't see outside the cave except the brief moments between when the waves are entering the cave or receding.
I'm giggling at the creature.
I wake up.
V.22 No.9 | 2/28/2013
Rowdy’s Dream Blog #285: A headless sentry guards a cave.
By Brutus De Cervantes [ Tue Feb 26 2013 2:03 PM ]
A headless sentry guards a cave with a sign around his neck: "Danger, do not enter." The other side says: "Too Boring." I push him over. Inside, there are plants and Fiestaware “Simpsons” vases, each with a surprised look. They begin to snigger.
V.20 No.44 | 11/3/2011
Rowdy’s Dream Blog #223: A short, naked witch.
By Brutus De Cervantes [ Tue Nov 1 2011 12:37 PM ]
G and I are led by the hand by a short, naked witch into her cave. I don't know why. She has shelves and tables stacked with small dried animals. She warns us that she has burned the faces off of others with her spells when they crossed her. She consults a creature made of flapping cloth. She instructs us to pet it. A tall man in hood and black robes standing in the shadows searches for a term for the final hope of the deprived. 'Mercy sex', I offer. G slugs me in the side.
V.19 No.3 | 1/21/2010
Rowdy’s Dream Blog #137: A Picture of Life in Tibet
By Brutus De Cervantes [ Sat Feb 13 2010 6:20 AM ]
My associates and I have begun to set up a new society inside a cave. Three of us concentrate our mental energy on a substance piled on a paper plate and surrounded with crumpled aluminum foil. Our third attempt is a partial success: the substance ignites and wafts smoke up into a small niche in the wall. The niche begins to glow blue and emit spidery blue rays of light. A small picture is projected on the wall but it is too tiny to make out. Our fourth attempt is a success. The resulting picture on the wall is large and superimposes Western daily life with that of life in Tibet (e.g. kids playing on a merry- go-round versus a child riding a baby elephant).
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