Hairy Haverdashery of Hibiscuits

Chilling with a few friends, we're headed somewhere and for some reason we're taking a back road that happens to have a train track in the middle of it. we're stuck on the track so i decide to push all by myself. as i push the car out of the way a train comes out of fuckin' nowhere and seperates me and the vehicle. after waiting forever and a half the train finally comes to an end but lo and behold the car isn't there. they left me and my phone was in their car so i can't communicate with them. so i decide to walk onward but as soon as i pass the tracks i'm in a totally different area. I find myself atop a cliff, i could see a huge river at the very bottom and nothing but greenery as far as the eye can see. I decide to continue walking onward, no point in stopping, and i notice a head pop out from the side of the cliff, i make my way toward it. there's some steps alongside the cliff and a large group of people just sitting amongst these steps watching the river flow, as if they were bleachers at a football stadium. I find a familiar face and ask if i can use his phone to contact everyone else. Someone picks up almost immediately, they're telling me that they see me, i'm standing on the other side of the railroad tracks staring at them, frozen solid like a statue. One of them apparently comes to carry me to them but as soon as he crosses the tracks the phone goes dead. i call someone else and they inform me that that person has disappeared into thin air. I find myself stuck somewhere in my mind unable to release myself from this illusion. All of a sudden my friend makes his way down the steps and hails me down. We converse for a sort while.

And then i awaken, i head to the bathroom and wash my hands where i see a silverfish and flush it down. I continue to lather and rinse my hands when the water turns to a spray of silverfish that sting my hands. They immediately swell up and explode like water balloons; blood gushing out but my face is expressionless. i think to myself i should've seen this coming. Again i'm teleported back on the stairs atop the river; except i lose my balance and fall to the very bottom. still a bit concious i see my blood attracted to the river like pure magnetism. As soon as my blood touches the water the river turns into flames. Everyone screams and they run in all directions, pushing others out of their way. Bodies piling on top of me; unable to move and slowly falling asleep. I try to save myself; but i cannot.

Patience

Just had a dream where i was standing at a Y intersection of a dusty trail in the middle of a desert. The heat beating down on me like fists covered in dried cement, pounding at my head and back as i stood indecisive of where i wanted to go. A gentleman clad in black with a cane and a hat approached me and said, "What are you waiting for?" I turned my head to him and replied, "someone." He merely replied, "Why?" I had no answer, and i knew not to think on it, i just had to wait. "Well," he started to say, "I've got to get going. Which way are you heading? Maybe we could walk together." "Maybe we're going seperate ways" I replied. "Well, its a 50/50 chance-" "25" i said. "There's only 2 ways to go." "There's 3: Left, Right, and I can back track." "Then that's 33%" "And then i could make my own way." He laughed, and said, "That's why i like you. Your a fucking Idiot." As he walked past me he turned back to get a last glance, his form changed. He was beastly, fiery fangs and blood pouring out of his mouth. Hunched over with a tail that cracked against my face. But i stood there, waiting. And i dare not question why. I just know I had to.

Eventually i walked off the trail, wandered a bit. I came across a coyote exhausted from the heat. He tried to growl at me but fell to the floor, panting, whimpering, baking in the sun. Opened a canteen and poured water in my hand pouring it in its mouth, though there wasn't much left in the canteen. I started to walk away but realized i had to take it with me. So i carried it away and wandered the desert while the the coyote lapped its tongue against my arm as i carried it; hopefully to refuge and not desolation.

-I'm reminded of a story about a blues player who sat at a crossroads and sold his soul to the devil to play better.
-I've heard if a coyote is caught in a trap, its mate will go to a creek and soak its fur in water. staying by their side till they manage to get out or pass away. If the latter, they wander around aimlessly till they die. a bit extreme but its what i was told once long ago.

self consuming hunger pangs

Haven't been here for quite some time now. Its a damn shame. Looking back, i realize, that the human head was never meant to look back, but just forward... and side to side. But i can walk backwards: unleashing the mother fucking moon walk...

"Fresh out of the oven cookies that make babies cry in the womb. That drive species of different biological functions to cease to exist only for that second. Cookies that demand Wilfred Brimley to rip apart his shirt screaming to the heavens "DIABEETUS!!" That demand more time than your petty marriages and social relationshiops... All i want are some goddamn cookies. and brains. the hunger beckons. the feast begins..."

Section 1: A forest of violet foilage, vanilla scented winds, and an emerald sky. A group of gnomes that tried to tie me down like Gulliver from his Travels. Spaghetti monster that picked me up like a hawk and tried to eat my brains. And a peppermint in my shirt pocket that kept mocking me. Fuck that peppermint. Pissing me off....

Part B: A zombie apocalypse. I hardly remember it now, though I had it etched in the back of my mind. I remember it starting off at a pizzeria, 2 different birthdays and i'm there to attend one. The other's birthday girl had some interesting books. As i approached her she was quick to reject me, but i still asked for the books. Bartering a trade; a few of my books to be able to have the chance to read her books as quickly as i can; I head to my house to retrieve the books. I must've gave her the wrong ones, but i quickly traded her and dug my nose into the books (I used to remember what they are but they aren't coming to my mind at the moment.) Then me and a friend go for a toke and a cruise, telling him about my weird day. Enjoying the scenery and the conversation until all of a sudden the town looks like it went to hell. I ask him to drop me off at my house, where i realize i DID trade the wrong books. I ask my parents to take me to go fix this greivous error. They oblige. Though my mother drives grandma slow... Suddenly this dark angel of death, literally, appears out of nowhere in front of us. We stop and are locked in a stare when it jumps on the van creating a dent that bulges further down with every hit till finally its inches away from my father's head, no matter how many times i yell for him to move out of the way, he turns around and merely says "huh?" then off with his head. I run out of the van and see my mother still driving grandma slow, driving away from me around the corner. I run after her but she's gone. Theyr'e all gone... I run back home for some odd reason. Though my home is changed (dreams are weird like that) I run to the backyard and unlock the door with a spare key. I look for my books, something that can help, and i find exactly what i need. As i prepare to leave my doppleganger is outside, waiting for me gun in hand, bullet speeding towards my head.

Third Movement: An interesting dream that involved a man eating staircase, a little depressed hamster engineer driving around in a hovering train, and myself in a darkened area. Not a room, but a void, a secret pocket dimension if you can imagine it, with darkness as far as the eye can see but there really is no limit to where you can go. We discussed many a things; incluidng mortal matters and family matters and why it was that the youngest, a judith winslow, only showed up for a few seasons only to disappear in the annals of time and space that is show business. Later on i read that she asked for more money so they just wrote her off. If i had known that sooner i'm pretty sure we would've talked about something Much more interesting.

Must remember to write my dreams on this blog. Well... at least the ones that I'm supposed to share.