Disturbing Dreams
People keep coming into my room.
My father's brain is made up of slugs and his hair (gray) falls down as salt and kills them.
I am at a wedding, sometimes as the bride, other times as someone in the crowd. When I am the bride, someone murders me.
I create little people out of clay. While happily surveying my work, they start killing each other and blood and guts splatter everywhere.
I really wish I didn't remember these.
My father's brain is made up of slugs and his hair (gray) falls down as salt and kills them.
I am at a wedding, sometimes as the bride, other times as someone in the crowd. When I am the bride, someone murders me.
I create little people out of clay. While happily surveying my work, they start killing each other and blood and guts splatter everywhere.
I really wish I didn't remember these.
