Dreamtime

[curgoth]

In a refreshing change from dreams about abandonement/rejection and zombie apocalypses, I dreamt about taking a bath last night. I dreamt that one of the small callous-removing razor blades that has been sitting on the edge of the tub for a while fell in while I was soaking. I went looking for it, in the hopes of not finding it by accident later.

I ended up finding a whole string of larger razor blades, somehow attached to each other like a book of coupons or stamps. I pulled these out, flashes of the bloody mess likely to result if I slipped going through my dream-mind.

I kept finding things in the bath. I found a hamster. I wasn't sure how the hamster had ended up in the tub, but, since water is bad for hamsters (my dream said they couldn't swim), this one was dead. I found more - at least a dozen all told. Some dead, some not. I figured out that the living ones were fatter and longer. And had tails. And were actually rats, which explained their survival.

At this point, I had a stack of slightly bloody razor blades, some dead hamsters, and some live, wet rats on the edge ofthe tub. I think this was the point I finally drained the tub.

There was another dream with some sort of game show set in an old warehouse, some sort of maze or obstacle course built from heavy wooden beams. I remember the sunlight filtering through high, dirty windows, and people dressed in white in an otherwise sepia-toned setting. There was something to do with a restaurant, and climbing heavy ropes hanging from the cieling.

Oddly, the razor blades and rats stuck out in my memory a little better. Neither dream was particularly upsetting at the time, though looking back at the first dream, it is rather creepy.

Comments

[jackspryte.livejournal.com]

Wow! You know what the book Liber Hamsteris says about dead Hamster omens don't you?

It means you should be expecting a distant royal visitor in bright garb selling bath salts and seafood at your home any day now! The end days are near!

Tremble!

But seriously that is a freaky mind you have.

[curgoth]

Not bath salts! Aieee!

Yeah, my unconscious is not a terribly... safe place.