a bit sideways from my dreams last night

had many and after the nightmare, one of hte more elaborate ever, but I won't go into that now.

want to just jot down the other so i don't forget


bathing at De Ville.  bubble bath (at first anyway) - then very clear later.
I've left the door open.

I'm alone in the house and see no one as I look from the tub down the hallway.  I'm unsure why I have chosen to bathe with the door open, maybe just to keep watch on the hallway and make sure I'm alone.

It's all a bit tense and scary (as my dreams of that house almost always are) but I feel powerful enough.
I turn to wash the suds off my hair under the faucet.  I'm just under the water and not looking down the hall for a second.

when I look up I see the bathroom door closing.  for a second I think it was closed from the outside, perhaps for my privacy, but then I see my sister facedown in the tub in front of me, floating there, totally unmoving. She is wearing a flowing silver mini skirt that she used to wear.

I can hardly believe how fast that happened, that she entered the room and fell into the bath and was already so utterly still.

I shake her and after awhile she sits up in the tub, not dead, but completely head to toe drunk, her face like a moon, her black wide pupils barely able to focus on me.  I don't even know if she knows I'm there.


I wake myself up, I think, my heart pounding.
It was exactly as horrifying as the horrifying moments were.
Felt the same.  I haven't gone to that place in quite awhile.
It came to me.

It took me hours to get back to sleep.

then the epic party dream on the cliffs.  vast conjured spaces.
no time for that now.

letters

The medium (is it liquid or air) is grey blue, blue grey.  There is a current, strong and churning, but not violently so - just active.  The bits within are light grey.  Many, many are tiny, tiny dots- indicating not shape, but beginning to.  Others are larger and are letters.  They almost all become grey letters, floating free.  I see the tiny bits become them by the tens or more, all these letters issuing out like blown pollen from these tiny swirling dots.  I can't believe my eyes or how far back I can see.  I am not asleep.  I absolutely am not but the credibility of what I'm seeing is total (if hard to describe). I don't think the letters form words. I look for them.  Maybe there, then gone. Some are not letters but simple symbols, swirling with the current.

It was a much more fantastic vision than I am able to describe.  It continued in its great swirling movement and variation for a very long time.