Toothsome

A mouthful of teeth. No, not from one of my dreams; rather, it's because I recently went to the dentist and had some cavities filled in. It wasn't pleasant.

So, in conclusion: just picture Steve Martin in Little Shop of Horrors.

Hand of God

Another image from my dream. A white hand. Reaching up towards me. Trying to grab me. The hand of God or perhaps the hand of some dead thing, waiting for the moment to grip me tight and pull me down into the cold, hard earth and hold me there while I scream and scream and scream.

So, in conclusion: I'm staying away from white hands. Thank you.

Here is Another Round...

...of Nightmares and Dreamscapes! Tonight:

They are mountains. Black mountains.

Not really that surprising that I dreamt about mountains, considering I just finished reading At the Mountains of Madness by H. P. Lovecraft. Man, I wish Guillermo del Toro was still making that into a movie.

So, in conclusion: tekeli-li! tekeli-li!

Putting It All Together

So how does it all fit together? The pieces of the dream? Well, I'll tell you:

I walked through a copse of trees to find myself in front of a circus tent. I slipped inside the tent where the ringleader was holding auditions for new acts. There was a female contortionists who fit inside a jam jar (she looked weird). There was a sword swallower who liked to eat butter knives. And there was me: a dancing skeleton in a top hat and a cane.

I danced for the ringleader, but he rejected me. I don't remember what he said, but it was definitely something mean. So I ran away from the circus tent and found myself at a funeral. I walked towards the coffin and opened it and looked down at myself.

Then I was actually inside the coffin looking up at my skeletal face. I jumped out of the coffin and tried running away from skeleton me, but I couldn't run fast enough. It was like gravity itself was against me. I needed to hide, so I slipped past skeleton me and into the circus tent, where there was this big wooden box and I opened it up to get inside.

And then I woke up.

Are You Dead Or Are You Sleeping?

It's a coffin. With me in it. Dreams, amiright?

Anyway, I never really introduced myself, did I? My name's Adam and I'm a alcoholic writer. I'm twenty-six, currently very, very broke, and like reading, watching television, and going for long walks on the beach.

This is all true, except for that last part. I hate long walks.

So, in conclusion: are you dead or are you sleeping? Boy, I sure hope you are dead.

It's Not a Mushroom

It's a circus tent.

Man, I hate the circus. Well, okay, not the entire circus. I mean, I don't hate the popcorn or the cotton candy or the rides, when they have them.

It's just...the acts. The trapeze artists, the fire eaters, the "geeks," the clowns. God, the clowns. I don't even hate clowns normally, but in the setting of a circus, man.

So I hate when I have dreams about them.

So, in conclusion: fuck you, clowns.

The Skeleton Dance

That's right, it's a dancing skeleton in a top hat and a cane. Why did I dream about watching a dancing skeleton in a top hat and a cane?

Silly, I didn't dream about watching a dancing skeleton in a top hat and a cane. I dreamt about being a dancing skeleton in a top hat and a cane.

And so, in conclusion: I wear the cheese, it does not wear me.

Hello, Rrose Selavy

I love Dadaism and Surrealism and everything David Lynchian. So I am making this blog to experiment with all those things.

First! An image! Made in Paint!

It's from a dream I had. Trees! I know, not that surrealist, but I haven't gotten to the other parts of the dream. I will do those in Paint format as well.

That'll put marzipan in your pie plate, bingo!