Friday, October 06, 2006

Dream.

I had a strange dream last night. I'm not sure if it was good or bad.
But I was in this hour or mansion or something. White and gray, with greek or roman columns all about, and the ceiling was very low. It was a hall. There was someone there, I forget who. I think I know them. They showed me a door, which was framed by two columns. I open it up and go inside. Someone tells me, or I know, that this room is my mind. I was looking inside of my current mind. There was one window, the walls were painted bad colors. 2 were this color and then two were this color. They were cracking towards the top, and the window was dirty, I think. Maybe it was clean. I don't know. To the far right in the corner there was a silver or titanium or whatever sink. It was large, almost like a tub. It was a quarter full of dirty water (you could still see clearly through it, but you knew it was sitting there forever). Apparently the water was the amount of sadness I had. It was very still and the faucet was dripping into it. There were some other things in the room that weren't so important, like paintings and canvases, but then there were also people. I suppose they were my memories of people I miss. Or am thinking about a lot. It wasn't "people" though, it was A People. It was a singular person, or image, that took forms of different people, so they didn't take up too much space in the room. They shifted to a lot of different people, I remember. I'm not sure who was there. I'm pretty sure it shifted into my crush, because I remember actually feeling my heart's sadness, at which I think was the point that I noticed the tub. I also think they might have shifted into my sister.

Anyhow, it was a very interesting dream. I've always wondered what it looked inside of my mind. I never knew it was so ugly and small. But there have been times where I visited other "mind rooms" (rooms that my mind seems to have invented for itself) such as a library/bookstore and a mall. I'm glad that my mind actually told me the meaning of things so that I didn't have to look it up. Peculiar.

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