What was I thinking earlier?
Something like, "The weather feels like Easter" and how the only language I want to hear come from people's mouths are the scientific names of flowers, particularly Digitalis purpurea.

This was written yesterday and kept on the burner to stew.
And today being new, it's raining and ugly and I have no love for outsides. I've been thinking strangely about how I view myself.
Some black and white cherub pagoda dog faced thing surrounded by tall sunflowers. An ugly foreigner. Mute.

I don't know why I think this, but it's the image I have.

I finally got enough sleep to dream again, aka nightmare again. This one was tied in with 28 weeks later, but it was much more tame. I was walking along a bridge, past people sitting along the edges. They were tired and probably dying, with chunks of flesh and red insides showing. I remember a man specifically who had a slit throat but he was still alive because the incision wasn't deep enough. There was also a chunk out of his shoulder. These I would best describe as zebra people, stripes of red all over their bodies, clearly they were the victim of an infection that hadn't held onto them anymore. They were fatigued.

I exited the bridge into an auditorium, people from my middle school and high school filled it, and many faces I never saw before. We were all young. We were all seated. We were the ones left over to repopulate America. This, to me, is something fantastically frightening because that meant dozens of children are supposed to pass through my own orifices.

Can you imagine this more clearly? Can you imagine pumping a population through some hole in you? Some sac that holds them, breeds them, becoming a void after the age of 50 or 60 something whathaveyou.

After seeing zebra people to such extents, I would definitely go to say that sitting safely in that auditorium was the most terrifying aspect of the dream.

It's just sad to say that this is the only dream that I can remember as of late. My nights have been cut short and abruptly recently, and not for any bad reason. It just becomes exhausting, and so I don't get enough of what I need, which is this horrible insanity world. I guess it was something building up, seeing as how I watched 28 weeks later a couple of weeks back.

I guess I could go on more. But I suppose certain parts of my life I want to keep from prying eyes (you know who you are!). But someday soon, I'll let you mystery eyes in on the digs.