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Blood tracks
Feb. 12th, 2022 01:28 pmI dreamed I was somewhere in Connecticut with my son. It was late evening, and we were somewhere near that state's capital, although I have never been there in the waking world. The landscape was manicured with classical buildings, like something in D.C. We were supposed to meet with the governor some reason, but he was running late. In our car I had a sort of backpack shaped like a grappling dummy; I evidently had some food inside, and was trying to cajole my son into eating a ham sandwich located within the bag. But he wasn't having it.
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I dreamed it was night, a hilly neighborhood. There was something drifting through the air like fine snow, and my son wanted to go outside and see what it was. I knew, in that dream sense, that it was in fact ash. We walked through dark suburban streets. Some other folks were out, gawking at the "snowflakes." There was some kind of egg-shaped ship, flying low over the houses, with a search light flashing through yards. My son asked what it was, and I said: "Do we really want to find out?" As we moseyed about, I noticed that the ground seemed to become wet and spongy, the asphalt turning to a kind of intractable mud cake. I found it hard to move. I knew, in that dream sense, that it was not mud, but rather congealed blood springing up from the ground. The ship turned and began to float toward us. The walking became more difficult still, and I told my son to run.
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I dreamed we had some young refugees in our apartment from a far land. They were very religious. I tried explaining to them my position as a polytheist, describing the emanations from The One using a chalkboard and a numerical analogy. At first they seemed perplexed, but then one of the young men grew incensed, and they all stormed out.
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I dreamed it was night, a hilly neighborhood. There was something drifting through the air like fine snow, and my son wanted to go outside and see what it was. I knew, in that dream sense, that it was in fact ash. We walked through dark suburban streets. Some other folks were out, gawking at the "snowflakes." There was some kind of egg-shaped ship, flying low over the houses, with a search light flashing through yards. My son asked what it was, and I said: "Do we really want to find out?" As we moseyed about, I noticed that the ground seemed to become wet and spongy, the asphalt turning to a kind of intractable mud cake. I found it hard to move. I knew, in that dream sense, that it was not mud, but rather congealed blood springing up from the ground. The ship turned and began to float toward us. The walking became more difficult still, and I told my son to run.
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I dreamed we had some young refugees in our apartment from a far land. They were very religious. I tried explaining to them my position as a polytheist, describing the emanations from The One using a chalkboard and a numerical analogy. At first they seemed perplexed, but then one of the young men grew incensed, and they all stormed out.
