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ravenhex ([info]ravenhex) wrote,
@ 2008-02-13 00:30:00

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Current mood: nostalgic

Had a dream last night (I think it was last night, anyways) about something really wonderful that I'd just as soon forget, I think.

Most of the rest of my dreams were not about wonderful things; most of them seemed to be about monstrous things.
I've forgotten a lot, but I distinctly remember one about raising these bizarre reptiles... they were these strange lizard-tortoise-dinosaur-monster things. Snails would collect on the shells as they incubated, and as they were hatching you would need to throw several snails to each one for it to eat. I felt kind of bad for the snails. There were several lizards hatching, and I think they were somewhere between 6 inches and a foot from head to tail. The shells were filled with blood when they hatched. One of them had bitten into its sibling's shell, and I thought it was cannibalizing it, but I realized it was just helping it hatch. Very grotesque. I blame it on all the Lovecraft I've been reading lately.

Wish I could remember the other dreams... because there were quite a few others.

Oh! I dreamt about my old car (Strong Sad) night before last. Somebody else had bought my car and repainted it (still blue) but they had kept a couple of the stickers I left on it somehow. (IRL I didn't leave any stickers on it, but in the dream I guess I did, and they served as identifying marks.) I was so insanely happy to see my old car up and running. Like, really happy. I wanted to talk to the owner and ask them all kinds of questions, like where they got it and how much they paid and how they were liking it... I guess this is all my subconscious hoping it hasn't just been junked. =(



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